Thoughts from 30,000 feet….
Either I’m just a kid at heart or I haven’t flown enough, but there’s still something cool about looking out an airplane window and seeing the patterns, shapes, and other visuals below. Big cities look small. Small cities look miniscule. Outlying subdivisions look even more odd & out of place. Rivers are reduced to narrow lines. Interstates really are just lines on a green map. Add once a plane starts to descend, the Google Earth (or SimCity) views of industrial parks, schools, stadiums, and anything else you can think of becomes almost mystical.
Probably the best part of flying into Reagan airport in DC – OK, the only thing other than the namesake – is the view of Washington, DC. One can see the mall, the Washington Monument, the White House, the Capitol, and the Pentagon without batting an eye. The Washington Monument and the Capitol can be seen from the terminal.
Weather phenomena is also a spectacle to observe above the ground. Most of our flight between DC and Charlotte was spent above the clouds, as apparently the threat of rain was everywhere in the Mid Atlantic. Every so often, the thundercap style clouds were visible in the distance. Those things look pretty impressive to a weather nerd like myself. On our approach to Charlotte-Douglas, a grey column of rain that typically indicates a downpour was visible below Uptown. I always liked watching those columns from the ground – a few thousand feet in the air makes them that much cooler.
I’m now in a Ford Focus – my third different rental car in three trips, and the first twenty-four hour impression is not good. I don’t see cruise, the vehicle controls are poorly laid out, and there’s only one power outlet. It’s becoming more and more obvious to me that I need to check about an out-of-pocket upgrade. The bank pays for a massive piece of the car; I kick in an extra $10 or $20 for something good. Makes sense to me.
It should suprise no one that when a Wal-Mart loses power, the only thing that is still useable is the cash register. Sure as hell can’t see what you’re buying, but you can pay for it. Good luck trying to get out of a powerless Wal-Mart when there is no juice to run the automatic doors. And to my surprise Wal-Mart doesn’t sell everything under the sun – an older Asian couple in front of me was trying to buy one of the display racks. Sad that it took the cashier five minutes to figure it out.



