George Stahl/Special to the Sun
I can’t say exactly why, but on a recent trip to Nebraska I was feeling a little apprehensive about flying. It could have had something to do with the fact that my wife wasn’t with me this time. No, I think that wasn’t all of it, because then I’d have some unfounded fear for the both of us. Whatever the reason, I kept feeling compelled to look out of that little window on the side of the plane. That wouldn’t be that unusual except, I had an aisle seat. Consequently, every time I looked towards the window, the expression on the guy’s face sitting next to me was looking more uneasy each time. I think he thought that I was going to be one of those people who constantly talks through the whole flight. You know, the ones who start off by telling you their name, and then they want to know yours. They talk about their kids, their wives or husbands, their homes, and even family secrets. Whatever happened to “Don’t talk to strangers”like your mother taught you? I sat and watched in silence as we taxied out of the terminal and onto the runway. That might have made him feel even more uneasy, I don’t know. I didn’t care. I just wanted that feeling to go away and this was just the first leg of my trip. In Denver I was going to catch another plane for Omaha. “This is going to be a long two and half hours,” I thought.