Like the two guys from Maine, I’ve spent more time than I care to flying the friendly skies. I was actually going to start that sentence with the word “so,” but having read the initial blog in this category I figured that would just honk them off. Anyways, while there’s plenty to rant about I still find it remarkable that most of the time I end up where I’m supposed to when I’m supposed to. Kind of like the hardening of Jell-O; it’s semi-miraculous when you think about it. But I wonder if my expectations are the same as the flight crew.