Minneapolis and old people
I’m in Minneapolis for the rest of this week. This trip was rather last minute, but I think it’s going to be a good one. I took a walk around downtown, and I like how it feels. Sort of like a smaller Chicago, but things look newer and cleaner. I only walked for maybe 30 minutes, but I got the sense that smart people have planned the city. Maybe it was the light rail tracks and the skybridges that connect the buildings.
The flight I was on yesterday was — well — interesting. Does Northwest Airlines offer particularly attractive discounts for senior citizens? That’s the question that crossed my mind, because I swear, 90% of the passengers looked about twice my age. So bizarre was the sight, I started to look for a buffet line. OK that wasn’t nice — I expected (but didn’t get) this kind of thing with my trip to Sarasota last month, but not for Minnesota!
Anyway, here’s what made the flight a bit more stressful. I assume I’m not the only one to do this — whenever I get on a plane there’s always that faint “is this the plane that’s going to crash?” thought in the back of my mind. So yesterday, I couldn’t help but sweat a little bit more after seeing all my fellow passengers. I’m no mathematician, but as you get older each day, your chance of dying that day is incrementally greater, right? So collectively the same stat for 160 old people must be greater than, say, 160 average-aged group…? Right? Well I’m happy to report that we didn’t crash, and everyone arrived at MSP safely. Good times!
