In his famous bit, Louis C.K. fantasizes about seeing passengers go back in time to meet the Wright brothers, just as they were about to take flight for the first time.
“They’d go, ‘Hey dude, I had to sit on the runway for 40 minutes,’” he says.
And Orville Wright, he says, “would be like, ‘Oh, shit. Well, let’s not even bother then.’”
Fortunately, they did, though. And so here we are, crossing the skies at 600 miles an hour in reclining seats and eating a sandwich on a rustic roll while hoping that our neighbor doesn’t see that we’re watching Fifty Shades of Grey. Marvel at the wonder and the progress. And then maybe stop moaning about the Wi-Fi.
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Jon Marcus covers trends in travel for the Boston Globe, and has written for Time, The Atlantic, the Washington Post, the Huffington Post, and other magazines, newspapers, and websites. He has flown more than 54,000 miles so far this year, and wrote much of this piece on a surprisingly pleasant flight from Boston to Chicago.