Perhaps an introduction is in order.
As your editor here at Proud American Traveler, my objective is to help you navigate both the pleasures and perils of modern travel. And we’ve assembled a talented team of writers to do just that.
I’m not some armchair travel blogger sitting in my underwear in my basement writing about places I’ve never actually been to.
I’ve actually been…everywhere. Literally. All 50 states. Virtually every airport in America with commercial flights. And many overseas.
Almost every day I am traveling somewhere – almost always by air. I’ve logged over a million miles on Delta, over a million miles on American, over half a million miles on United, and a bunch on Southwest (they somewhat mercifully don’t bother to keep track of this stuff).
Just thinking about it makes sitting in my underwear in my basement sound pretty good right about now.
But alas, as I write this, I am sitting in seat 12F in coach on an American Airlines regional jet 35,000 feet up in the late night air somewhere between Washington Reagan Airport and Jacksonville. And I’m wearing a suit – an uncomfortable suit I’ve been wearing since 6am this morning.
This is what I do. No, I’m not looking for your sympathy (well, a little wouldn’t hurt I guess.)
I just want you to know you’ve come to the right place if you want help navigating one of the most stressful and aggravating aspects of modern travel — the misery of commercial aviation.
Over all those millions of miles, I’ve learned a few tricks to beat the airlines at their own diabolical game – and I’m willing to share those secrets with you here at Proud American Traveler.
But first, why does it have to be this way?