James Atlas complains about inequality in the skies:

The choice of “snacks” on some recent flights I’ve taken include blue potato chips, a cranberry-almond bar, a packet of trail mix and — a selection I haven’t been offered before — popcorn. But it makes sense: the cabin already feels like a movie theater at the end of a showing, even though we still have an hour to go. The floor is strewn with candy-bar wrappers and broken headsets, crumpled napkins and cracked plastic glasses. There’s so little legroom that I have to push my knees against the seat in front of me as if I’m doing crunches. Welcome to economy.

During an intercontinental flight, I notice that “on the other side of the curtain” — as the first-class and business cabins are referred to — dinners are being served on white linen tablecloths, with actual bone china. Everyone’s got their “amenities kit” — one of those little nylon bags containing slippers, an eyeshade and a toothbrush. And legroom? Tons. While our seat width contracts — on some airlines by nearly eight inches in recent years — the space up front continues to expand: Emirates Airlines now offers, as part of its “first-class private suite,” a private room with minibar, wide-screen TV and “lie-flat bed.”with actual bone china. Everyone’s got their “amenities kit” — one of those little nylon bags containing slippers, an eyeshade and a toothbrush. And legroom? Tons. While our seat width contracts — on some airlines by nearly eight inches in recent years — the space up front continues to expand: Emirates Airlines now offers, as part of its “first-class private suite,” a private room with minibar, wide-screen TV and “lie-flat bed.”

I am often sensitive to these kinds of arguments. And increasingly so, as I get older. A while back I took the relatively unpopular position that out of simple egalitarianism new cars should have emission tests aside the old. I also do sort of cringe a bit at what Megan McArdle described here at amusement parks, even though many of the same things apply there that apply to the unfriendly skies… where it doesn’t bother me at all.

Why not? Because we fly so that we can get from Point A to Point B. The most important thing is that people get from Point A to Point B. If we all had to fly in “steerage,” the purpose would be accomplished. A whole lot of the complaints aboput the unfriendly skies are ultimately complaints that we have popularized flight. By making flight affordable to the masses, sacrifices had to be made. I cannot look at yesteryear, where fliers were treated well but limited to the upper classes. I don’t want to go back to that at all.

Now, maybe we should do things that would cause us to go back to that – such as implementing carbon taxes that would push the costs of flying out of reach of most Americans – but let’s be clear about what we’re arguing for. It’s not egalitarian. It is something that will allow the upper classes to continue to do things that will become harder for everybody else.

And it’s hard for me to look at the situation and overlook the apparent fact that this is a case of the wealthy consumer subsidizing the cheap seats. Is First Class nice? Heck yeah, it is. But it is also obscenely expensive. The profit margins they make from those seats are profit margins they don’t need to make from the cheaper seats.

Self-selected price discrimination is pretty great. I like that Clancy and I are at the time of our lives that we can afford extra leg room. Maybe some day we will actually be able to afford First Class. But in the absence of that, I want transportation as cheaply as possible. That means cramped seats, limited culinary options, and so on.

I write this from beautiful Shell Beach, where I am visiting my family. This is a very special family gathering, as my father had a coronary stent inserted into him earlier in the week. He was, as the doctor put it, a heart attack waiting to happen. His artery was 95% clogged. The downside to all of this – and given the alternatives it is nothing at all – is that he can’t hold pick up Lain or much of anything else. Which is unfortunate. But he’s here, and his circulation is good.

I am only barely here. We drove from Royal Crossing to Queen City – by way of Crowns Pointe. The latter is where my aunt lives, and where we dropped off Lisby for dog-sitting. One of the downsides to leaving Arapaho was the dog-sitting arrangement we had out there so that we didn’t have to put Lisby in a Kennel. Fortunately, my aunt is a dog person and is more than happy to take care of her.

Now, on to the story…

Babies make everything take longer. So we were running behind on the drive to CP and QC, which is about two hours in all. We also had some congestion at the tolls. I still felt confident when we arrived that we would make the flight. We had over an hour (arrived at 3:15, flight at 4:30). I dropped Clancy and Lain off and went to find parking. Which took forever. I swear, I am half-inclined to become a graffiti artist if only to improve the signage. It was 3:45 before I found the lot. Then the shuttle took forever. I wasn’t at the airport until 4:05. This created a bit of a problem because you have to turn over your checked baggage 45 minutes before take-off. It sounded like I wasn’t going to make it to Shell Beach that day, until the woman saw that my wife and kid were already on the plane. This spurred her into looking for ways to help.

The solution was for the luggage to go on a later flight and for me to run across the airport. Which I did. I was very apologetic, through my panting, to the woman at the ticket counter. But then four people showed up after me. I can’t remember a time when I was so glad to make the flight. Since the separation from my luggage was voluntary, that meant that I would have to take a separate trip to the airport to pick it up. Which happened today (Sunday). So everybody is reunited, people and luggage. And Dad’s heart is pumping blood everywhere it needs to go.

Whew.

In case you hadn’t noticed, I am driving across the country with my family. This will be reflected in my posting regularity and commenting participation.

I meant to post about this at the outset, but time got away from me. So I have a plan for a series of posts where I am going to take a picture of every Trumanverse state I cross through. This includes Minnetaria, where I will never be more than a mile or two from the border. When it’s all done, I’ll add links to all the pictures and bump this post up, where it’ll be an index for all of the posts.