Strap me in and take off

I didn’t think much about it until this morning when the talk radio alarmists were giving the Fox News alarmists a lot of credit for a new way to alarm people.

In the next six months, I will strap myself into an airplane for a minimum of four trips, three of which are to major U.S. cities. These trips will fall on what the alarmists will surely at some point label The Summer of Fear. Two of the trips will bookend the anniversary of September 11th. I will fly the same airline that became a flying bomb last year.

The macho man is resiliant. I cannot be phased by fears of attacks on Independence Day. I will sleep on the flights. I will play games to see if I can pick which flier is the inflight security blanket. I am a man.

And I am a wussy with a capital W.

Caffeine is starting to treat me like an old man. At one point I could drink espresso until bed time and then fall right to sleep. Now, if I have a Diet Coke after 7pm I am up until 3am. That happened last night and I tossed and turned in bed contemplating my own demise. I do not truly believe any of my flights are in danger. Nor am I afraid of dying. But the entire process of contemplating your own death can really freak you out if you think about it long enough.

Chi-town, Sin City, St. Louie, all in my crosshairs.

Let’s just hope no one else is looking down the same scope.