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It's to the best of our knowledge. I'm Anne Strange, champs, and today we're going up in the air.

You're now free to up in the air.

You are now free to move about the country.

Oh, big old jetterliner.

Don't carry me too far away.

One of the great pleasures of airports is that you're allowed to stare at people while pretending to be a lead reading your newspaper.

Gonna go out to the arrivals gate as the airport has sit there all day.

Watch people reuniting, public confection so exciting it even makes airports okay. And today, LAX is hopelessly trapped, surrounded by offices and Inglewood and a massive

oil refinery on the southern edge to the point where you can't expand.

Pack up, let's fly away. Air travel has lost a lot of its romance and glamour since Frank Sinatra first saying

Come Fly with me.

Today we shuffle through security lines in our sock feet.

We meekly empty our pockets and offer up our little plastic bags of liquids and gels.

In this hour, what does modern air travel tell us about ourselves? From the Aerotropolis City of

the Future to a new best-selling novel about a private jet that mysteriously plunges into the

Atlantic Ocean. That's by the creator of the new TV

series Fargo, Noah Hawley. But first, can you imagine spending a week at an airport by choice?

Alain de Botton actually did that, not because he was terminally delayed, but because Heathrow Airport

invited him to become their first ever writer in residence.

He described the experience in a book called A Week at the Airport.

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