I've always wondered... Why is it, everytime we jump on an airline,
for even a short one or two hour hop to a fairly close destination, we
are suddenly starving???

In my case, it's because as a boy I was spoiled by flying on a Boeing 707
back in the early 1960s.

If I close my eyes I can still see it. Beautiful and friendly stewardesses
wearing Jackie Kennedy pillbox hats, white gloves, and serving real cuisine
on actual china plates, with real SILVER silverware. The gray-haired
captain sitting in his cockpit like a modern-day god, door wide open,
telling the flight engineer to step aside and let me through to see all the
instruments...

So, on the exceedingly rare occasions when I must suffer in the executive
mail tube, I start to salivate at the memory -- only to be handed some
triscuits...

I managed to catch the tail end of elegant train travel at that age, too.
When you contrast those days with the Russian Aeroflot model we've come to
emulate (just think -- we used to make fun of them!) since then, it is to
weep.
--
Jay Honeck
Iowa City, IA
Pathfinder N56993
www.AlexisParkInn.com
"Your Aviation Destination"