There was a time when airplanes were perceived to be the next step in personal transportation after the car. Even Lindberg, dying on a plane over the Pacific recognised the dream had been lost with a terrible price to the environment instead. Every new form has left a longing for the older and perceived more genteel mode of travel. Carriage drivers went to work for the early raillines bemoaning their lost skills, though I can tell you driving or just riding in a four or six up carriage is no great fun after the first hour. The great ocean liners are almost gone, replaced by cruiseliners that manage to have periodic stopped up sewage or salmonella outbreaks and AMTRAK is a miserable insult to visions of The Orient Express. The airlines have gone the same sad route, pushed along by world terrorism, but not directed by it into the repeated bankruptcies, reduction in safety and, oh yes, loss of simple manners. The easiest way to tell these fools is by simple silence, the silence of our credit cards not sliding through the scanner, our change in the parking meters and paper bills not crinkling in skycabs hands. The stated agenda of the TSA and commercial air may be security, but whos?