So I guess I’m jaded now.
I was in St. Louis last week, my first time in that city – first time in the state of Missouri, for that matter – and I had a hard time mustering a whole lot of anxiety over the trip.
And, really, it should have been a thrill a minute. A trip to the second highest structure in Missouri in a Mork-from-Ork egg pod, a ride on a boat named after a character from The Adventures of Tom Sawyer, and an airplane full of toddlers — How much further on the edge can one woman live?
The flight on Southwest would have been enough to curl the hair of most travelers. A full flight and about 15 percent of the passengers were under 3. Knowing that on Southwest, passengers get to choose their seat, everyone else getting on the plane was straining their eyeball muscles, counting toddlers’ legs, and mentally measuring their proximity to the seatbacks in front of them. I strolled down the aisle until I found the cutest 2 1/2-year-old in the joint and sat next to him. Even his mother was shocked. [Read more…] about Meet Me in St. Louis, on Solid Ground