kerouac says

oh, big city. sometimes the red eye is fine, and i think: why do people not like to fly at night while sleeping? last night was not one of those sometimes. there was a man a few rows back who coughed so much that i started to hurt for him, and one half of the lesbian couple sharing my seat row was mistakenly called "sir" by the flight attendant guy who passed out the lorna doones.

i'd like to thank you, lord almighty up above. new york: i've missed you, too.