I once went from Florence, SC to NYC by plane and it took 14 hours. The train only ever took 12. And then there was the time that we sat at LaGuardia for six hours as our flight was delayed over and over by weather. As we took off, I was convinced that the plane was going to be torn apart in the high winds — in a storm where the folks on the train were simply cozy. One Christmas day we drove from Chicago to Pittsburgh — an 8-hour trip that took 12 hours in a scary snowstorm. The next year, we pulled out of Chicago in the blizzard, listening to the radio telling us that the first 1200 people stranded at O’Hare were getting cots and blankets, and the other 2000 were outta luck.
Not to mention my colleagues who were scheduled to fly home from a business meeting on Sept 12, 2001. There the flight time was measured in weeks…
