On a recent (well… November) trip out to San Francisco, we took a small plane from Syracuse to Chicago. I was bummed when I realized that our seats were in the last row, but then I saw that I had the middle seat!

Oh, man! I’ve never stretched out so far in my life! (Except maybe when I took the fancy Acela from Boston to New York once. That train had so much legroom I had to walk over to unlatch my tray table.)