Out the Airplane Window

During flights, Peter Ferry isn't quick to pull down
the window shade or watch a bad movie. Here's why.

Not long ago I flew from Minneapolis to Los Angeles and watched more than half the country pass beneath me on a cloudless day. It was almost like running my fingers over the
topographical map of North America in my sixth-grade classroom. There
were the plains of green fading to brown, ridge after ridge of the
snow-dusted Rocky Mountains, the vast lifeless deserts of Utah and
Nevada, the Sierra Nevada, then civilization looking a good bit neater,
tidier and cleaner from up there than from down here.... continue reading here