JANUARY 16, 1970 [written en route] - Boarded 727 United Airlines flight to Chicago at 7:50 P.M. Club Commuter flight. Just think, in a few hours I'll be out of this urban world of phony values and shallow attitudes and I will be in Wisconsin, where life is real and nature beckons.
I peer out of the plane window at a long line of airliners waiting for takeoff in the miserable New York smog. Temperature, 26 degrees. It is warm here in the first class section. Behind us, in the rear of the plane, the peasants in the tourist section (steerage class) are already telling their lewd jokes; babies crying and old ladies complaining fitfully...