Travel Notes 1: SFO to NYC

I hate flying, which means I don’t travel very much, at least not the way some people I know travel. Before last month, I’d flown a total of five times in fifteen years, all on bare-bones, single-class Southwest Airlines, which flies out of conveniently located and modestly proportioned Oakland International Airport. Whenever I can, I take Amtrak. Or I drive. Or I stay home.

But pre-Covid I’d planned a really ambitious (for me) trip, and after a two-year delay I finally took that trip. Because I hate flying, and because I am the poster child for jet lag as well as every other sort…