I grew up as the son of a commercial pilot. My dad spent 41 years as part of a top airline. It really is amazing when I think about it. My father left high school at 15 to join the Marine Corp. He learned to be an airplane mechanic while in the service. When he got out he went to work for the airline. It wasn’t long before he advanced to flight school. The rest is an impressive career. However, my dad’s career is not the point. The point is that as his son, I was able to fly all over the place. It was a time when air travel still had some romance to it. I even would wear a coat and tie to fly on my dad’s airline. The seats were roomy and the HVAC temp control was always very comfortable. This was also back when you could smoke on planes. I don’t miss that. However, I hate flying now. I feel as though I’m being corralled into a steel tube with all the other lemmings. The seats are horrible. There is not a comfortable seat outside of first class anymore. Then there is the HVAC. It is nearly non existent. I travel for business and I purposely wear my workout shirts because I know I’m going to sweat through the entire flight. But, I am sure to bring a hoodie because the second I deplane, the wall of frigid airport air hits like a cold wall. The HVAC disparity from plane to concourse is almost polar. As soon as I retire, I’m not flying anymore. I’m glad my dad can’t see what his passion has turned into.