Have you ever been a passenger in a private jet? Imagine sweeping up those stairs and finding just the perfect seat in the back. As you fasten your seat belt you hear the clunk of the door as it is secured. You note that the first officer has checked the locking pins. Drinks, anyone?
I’ve been a lucky passenger on five such flights, and I have found them to be exciting and fun, but frustrating. The first was the most impressive. At dinner one night many years ago I offered how I was flying commercially from Tampa, Florida, to Chicago the next day. My dinner guests said they were too—only they were chartering a jet. Would I like to join them? Well, OK. I promised to bring sandwiches for lunch as partial (miniscule) compensation.
