Bob Hope Airport, Burbank
Flying the Old School Way
For most of my life, I’ve lived within driving distance of everyone I loved, and worked in jobs that didn’t require much travel. Plane trips were for vacations, and happened only once or twice a year. But when my boyfriend, Dan, moved to Los Angeles, and I stayed behind in New York, cross-country flights became a monthly ritual–and airports suddenly became important. I was amazed by the convenience of my first wheeled carry-on bag and marveled at the way the redeye maximized my visits. But the most enduring affair of …
