running errands around manhattan yesterday led me to lunching over by madison square park in one of those great broadway pedestrian zones. sometimes it’s fun to be a tourist in your own city.
there is a distinct lack of innovation in airplane seating, unless of course you ride in super international foofoo class. while the writer looks at some of the improvements and offers suggestions, i prefer to think about what constitutes the least comfortable seats out there. i’m certain everyone has their favorites, here are three that rankle me.
slate: cramped, by witold rybczynski
ad: holly allen
it’s spring, the tape is popping up.