I've been flying for 40 years — and it's always been a terrible experience
JetBlue Airbus A321
JetBlue Airbus A321

(Probably the best I ever had.JetBlue)

I took my first commercial flight a bit later than a lot of folks nowadays — I think I was about 13 — but since then I've flown on everything from Boeing 747s in South Africa to twin-prop Cessna puddle jumpers between Hyannis and Nantucket. I've crossed the Pacific and the Atlantic. I've soared above flyover country countless times.

United Airlines' debacle with David Dao has highlighted the horrors of air travel. Some kind of barrier was crossed: for more than a decade, with greatly increased security and greatly decreased customer service, passengers have felt figuratively roughed up when they fly. Dao's experience took that to a whole new level. There was blood.

A cry has gone up to reform the airline business and restore some dignity to this once-romantic and exciting form of travel. But it's not going to happen.

The airlines have figured out that they can segregate budget-conscious passengers who just want to get from A to B and will endure any indignity along the way from fliers who will pay extra to avoid leg cramps and get to drink the entire can of Coke. That's a big part of the business now.

But really, the business has irreversibly changed from how it functioned when those first silvery birds took the skies and opened up the world.

Airlines make about $10 per passenger, and although that sounds dire, with cheap fuel costs and some efficient route management, as well as limited competition, the major US airlines have of late translated it into sturdy bottom lines.

They've also spent decades training the public to expect next to nothing in the way of service, a trend that's been accelerated by online ticket-buying sites that have driven down fares. Spirit Airlines has made this into a core brand value.

Emirates Golden Age Commercials
Emirates Golden Age Commercials

(When it was awesome.YouTube/Emirates)

The good old days

I actually saw the way it used to be, back in the good old days before deregulation and ritual disrobement in the security lines. My father traveled about two weeks a month, and my brother and I would often accompany my mother when we took him to the small airport that served the town we grew up in.

The old man would check in, surrender his single suitcase, and then breeze through the metal detector, offloading his keys and loose change in a single practiced move, before ascending the steps to a 727 and zooming off. The entire process consumed about 15 minutes. When he returned, the wait for the suitcase and the baggage claim was usually ten minutes or less.

He could smoke all he wanted on the plane and depending on where he was going, they'd give him dinner. He never flew first class and business didn't really exist yet.