I fly a lot. Depending on my work schedule, I am sometimes in a different city each day.
With air travel what it is today, you’d wonder if it would be a the drudgery. And I’ll admit — there are weeks when I question my choice of employment.
But stick me in a car for more than two hours and — Jesus Christ Mercy — I am craving the site of an airport terminal gate!
How can writers in good conscious romanticize the endless monotony of the open road? The ‘bump bump bump’ of the tires crossing the pavement? The summer construction that chokes traffic? The sudden storms? The sun’s piercing glare? The boredom that eventually defeats even the best conversationalist?
I just don’t get it.
Orbitz.com, you’ll be hearing from me very soon.
This blog entry was written on a four-hour road trip between Boston and New York City at the end of a very long day.
