My air travel has declined roughly 75 percent since the advent of shoe removal, shampoo-in-a-baggie, and hour-long security lines. Anything short of Chicago, Boston or Atlanta, I drive.
This is part of my reasoning. Cost-cutting, outsourcing, show-trial security measures, disregard of customers and disregard of common sense have reached the point at which I am no longer a comfortable fit with airline operations. Give me a steering wheel, a half-dozen CDs and a six-pack of Diet Dr. Pepper.