Fact: Airplanes bound for Syracuse are always about as small and old as airplanes can get. That night’s plane out of Chicago was no exception. Picture a tube approximately 20 feet in length, with single seats on the left and pairs of seats on the right. As I walked down the aisle in search of my seat, I began hunching myself until I was practically doubled over, looking less like a man in search of seat 11A and more like I was experiencing severe gastrointestinal pain. Even Frodo Baggins would have felt claustrophobic inside this godforsaken thing. (more…)