Creature of comfort

How much would you pay to go to the moon?

I traveled a lot when I was young and single. I took many trips to Florida and one or two to Southern California and Mexico with my high school friend Debbie, who was a year older. I also made several trips to San Francisco with friends and also with a boyfriend who moved there from Boston. (We visited each other a couple of times and then it was over.)

One year, shortly after college, my friend Julie and I flew to LA, rented a car and drove up that stunning Pacific coastline to San Francisco, staying with friends in both cities. I went to Jamaica and Colorado with boyfriends, and to NYC, DC, and New Orleans with girlfriends.

I liked road trips but I really loved going to the airport. It was so exciting getting on a plane in Boston and getting off somewhere completely different – with different weather. It was exhilarating. I prided myself on never checking a bag. I was really good at packing everything in my carry-on.

It’s amazing how much your feelings about air travel can change in thirty years. Now, I really don’t enjoy getting on a plane. I can handle the 3-hour flight to Florida, but anything longer than that is a real deterrent in terms of planning a trip.

So, this is all a long way of saying that I probably would’ve paid a few thousand dollars, when I was in my twenties, to go to the moon. I mean, come on, it’s the moon! The 3-day flight would not have stopped me back then.

Now, I can’t imagine being in an aircraft for that long. It sounds very uncomfortable. And how do they pee?

My friend Julie and me in San Francisco, with Coit Tower up the hill in the background, 1988

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