Remembering My Father and Talking to Strangers on Planes

Remembering My Father and Talking to Strangers on Planes

Listen to this article0:00/639.11×I don’t usually talk to strangers on planes. Years ago, I humored a man’s attempts at small talk, until it became clear he was a rather flirtatious prison guard. Instead of explaining my abolitionist politics, I said, “Oh wow, there’s a Batman movie on this flight,” and hurriedly put my headphones on. I’m not a big fan of action movies, but the word “escapism” had a multi-layered meaning as I retreated into that…