About a week ago, my sister, Louisa, and I flew American Airlines, out of DFW to Pheonix, Arisona airport, for a family visit. Used to fly often, not anymore, I am older now, but still, negotiating going through security, after valet parking our car, a hundred miles away, and then trying to find your gate is a hassle, trying close to an eating place is ridiculous, there is waiting, pick a number, go through the buffet line, and find your booth/table/ carrying your food till everything is cold. anyway, waiting in line to board--a nightmare, oh wait! I had priority seating. I enjoyed the ride, it was was smooth and nice. The serving leaves a lot to be desired. Champagne, a good thing. Your choice of chips, cookies, nuts, in a basket, passed around several times by the flight attendent, not a good thing. Return trip, same hassles at the airport, just worse. We flew the Flag Ship #737 So cool.... here it is.... we boarded in the back of first class, 'and what to my wandaering eyes should appear......? but tall cylinders, arranged 1 -2 - 1 across the floor of the plane, as barrels of oils, imported from the east. I had reserved an 'aisle seat' on the left. so proceeded to the cylinder marked 3C, peaking around the open side I found a seat, a small movie screen, all sorts of outlets and electronic play things; I small diagram on the side panel, showed 4 positions of the chair, and much to my delight as I tapped each one my chair moved in a downward motion, the last one found me totally streatched out in a sleeping berth as my chair moved down and under the space at my feet. By the way I did have a very good rest. Thank you American Airlines.
