Good ole days. When I graduated college I was on the road around the world for 40-45 weeks a year. Our corp travel office treated me well, and I had a lot o perks for most carriers. It wasn't a bad life being single, and near constant travel. Air crews were generally nice, and young, and easygoing. Missing a connection I could walk down the concourse and pick another airline and another flight and get where I was going with minimal fuss. Rarely had to sit on the apron for very long. Free beer on some flights, regular upgrades to business class.
Like you, I racked up an extensive business travel log; so much so that with United and Delta I was basically royalty. You know it’s gone off the rails when the crew on the LAX–JFK "shuttle" knows your name; and not only invites you to their son's weeding, but quietly upgrades you to first class after the door closes, like some kind of frequent-flyer witness protection program.
Did I say off the rails...yes, living out of a suitcase week after week after week followed by a brief disorienting layover at home where you’re not entirely sure what time zone you’re in does eventually feel less like a lifestyle and more like a medical condition.
Anyway, in all those years, sure, there were frustrating days. But reading the constant stream of complaints now, I can’t help but wonder: how many times did they actually get it right? Because there are a lot of moving parts in air travel. These days, you have to treat flying like the NYC subway crossed with a box of chocolates, you’re probably going to be late, and whatever you get, it won’t be what you expected.
I hate going comm now. Avoid it at all costs. It used to be so cool, drop my MC at Lindbergh field, and run out to the tarmac, climb the airstair quickly, get the door shut and boom! an hour later I'm picking up my rental at SJC. Oh well, it was good while it lasted.
I used to roll out of bed at 6:00 AM, drive a few blocks to KLGB, park practically on the runway, stroll onto the plane like I owned it, and somehow be sitting in a 9:30 meeting in downtown Phoenix. No TSA marathon, no gate-change scavenger hunt; just me, a boarding pass, and the illusion that air travel would always be this civilized. Not!!!!!