Typically I read whenever on an airplane. When I read, I can close out everything. This week I am crocheting the plane trying to complete a baby afghan for one of Hillary's friends.
On the flight from Cleveland to Chicago I was amazed at the noise. There were conversations going on all around me. I would listen to the different ones depending on which was the most interesting, and then I would just listen to the combination of sounds. Reminded me of a very busy happy hour.
I changed planes and flew from Chicago to St. Louis. That flight was so quiet you could have heard the proverbial 'pin' drop. Everyone was reading or sleeping.
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