The second leg of my trip to San Francisco trip was in
the classic Boeing 747. Although, it felt more claustrophobic than classic. My fellow
sardines and I scrunched our shoulders to minimize bodily contact and sensed some of the irony of feeling so stuffy in the midst of the freedom of flight.. Opening the window shade and turning on the air vent helped
reduce the feeling of containment a bit. It wasn't until the in-flight film
started, though, that my mind was set free. I no longer felt bound, bored, and
uncomfortable. Appropriately, the movie itself was about how a group of
screenwriters took a stand for freedom in the 1950s. The movie is called Trumbo
(2015) and it gave me new appreciation for the value of the professionals who
are are often demeaned as superfluous sources of entertainment.
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