I’ve just returned from a little family trip to Florida.
Of course, the big question was how my three year old was going to handle his JetBlue adventure to the Sunshine State.
(He’s not a frequent flyer yet.)
As it turned out, technology played a big role in his airborne experience.
And mine as well…
Beware the Gobble Monster
Our big mistake was giving him a little knapsack to carry, which housed a few precious toys.
(I thought that would smooth out any rough edges in his experience.)
At the security gate, when it was time to place our carry-on bags through the X-ray machine, he immediately declined the opportunity to give his up.
Then there were tears.
And finally, he demonstrated a finely executed wrestling maneuver, where he locked his mini sack into his tummy, hit the floor, and held on for dear life.
(Would you want to hand over your most important objects in the world to a complete stranger and a cavernous and possibly carnivorous X-ray gobble monster?)
I looked at my watch…
Fortunately, two understanding TSA agents quickly came up with a solution.
They offered to take our ‘situation’ into a little ‘room,’ escorted my son and wife in, and then reviewed each toy by hand.
I’m told he sternly stood by with my wife while his ‘Kitty’ and ‘Blue Bunny’ were caringly given the official once over.
And he refused to give a farewell “high-five” to Agent Gloria
Ten minutes later, we were on our way to the gate… my son’s knapsack repacked and attached to his back.
“That was hard,” he whispered.
The Best $2 You’ll Ever Spend
When we arrived at the gate, JetBlue had a little kiosk where they were selling headsets for the flight.
(Yes, airlines make you pay for everything these days…)
My wife and I knew about the little video screens on the back of each JetBlue seat and had made our peace about allowing him to channel surf (an activity he’s totally unfamiliar with) as a way to get through the three-hour flight.
Now don’t get me wrong… we limited his channel selection between Cartoon Network and Nickelodeon. But there was still plenty of surfing!
So we needed to get him a pair of headphones.
(No, I hadn’t thought far enough ahead to bring one from home.)
But I wondered how good could a $2 headset be?
Then again, how good did it really need to be?
(My boy was still at least a few years out from becoming an audiophile.)
Still, I ran down to the nearest shop to see what they were selling.
(The official story is I needed to pay a visit to the bathroom.)
One swanky headset was going for $20. An even cooler-looking pair could be mine for only $59.
Headphones have been around forever!
They’re like calculators.
You can probably find them today at the bottom of a cereal box.
They shouldn’t cost more than… a couple bucks.
So I went back to the gate and handed over two singles.
The headsets were fine.
And they even possessed the normal mini-plug for universal use.
Shortly after we settled into our seats on the plane, my son became immediately fascinated by the built-in monitor in front of him. After he fastened his own seat belt, (four times) he quickly figured out how to operate the channel selector on the seat arm.
Then, he came to a disturbing realization.
This little TV had no audio.
He turned to me…
“Dada? Where is the sound?”
It was time to improve on my 0-1 batting average for the day.
So after the thrill of takeoff, I pulled out the headsets and introduced them to him.
(He had never needed one before.)
He promptly plugged in and slipped them onto his head.
And then he held them in place with both hands for the next three hours as he totally embodied the definition of couch potato.
One might debate our parental decision on how we focused our son’s attention for those few hours.
That said… our flight was dream.
Something Missing on Takeoff
Fast forward to several days later and the return flight…
(And yes, we had a wonderful time in Florida.)
So, we were back in our seats, and I found an open moment to furiously check some iPhone emails before receiving the lights-out signal from the crew.
(We’ve all come to expect the dreaded announcement requiring you to turn off all your electronic toys after the cabin door is sealed.)
As I studied my in-box, a stewardess’ voice flooded the aisle.
I deepened my concentration in an attempt to slow down the space/time continuum, and I lost my ability to decipher outside audio detail. It all became a blurred muffle.
Her otherwise friendly speech degraded into the teacher’s voice in a Charlie Brown cartoon.
When the announcement ended, I noticed that something felt different around the cabin.
I turned to my wife.
“What was that about?”
My wife smiled and replied,
“JetBlue is the first airline to allow you to keep your portable electronic devices on during takeoff.”
I missed this pivotal ‘PED’ moment in consumer tech history, because I was checking my email?!
I sat there with my glowing iPhone, almost stunned, not knowing what to do with my newly found freedom.
As it turns out, both JetBlue and Delta had released their stranglehold on lightweight electronic devices three days earlier in response to the
FAA’s Halloween announcement allowing the expanded use of PEDs on flights.
On November 1, they became the first US airlines to take advantage of the new rules.
Actually, JetBlue claims to be the very first, but apparently it was a photo finish.
Where Were You when PEDs were Freed?
I continued to ponder this new reality…
Apparently, dangerous interference from active PEDs doesn’t actually exist. And it doesn’t threaten an airplane’s navigation instruments on takeoff and landing.
(The next thing you know, they’ll be telling you trans fats are good for you!)
But you still can’t make a phone call during the flight.
(like I’d be able to find enough bars anyway)
And you’ve still got to stow your laptop during takeoff and landings.
(Hovering laptops in the cabin can be hazardous to your health…)
As I think about it now, the Lester family was actually mid-air to Florida while all of this history was going down.
One day, I’ll tell my son that he had actually participated in one of JetBlue’s last flights operating under the old draconian PED restrictions.
(I’m sure that will really impress him when he’s 10.)
Be Careful What You Wish For
So as our JetBlue plane began to taxi across the runway, I decided to kick back…
(seat still in its upright position)
…and do a little web surfing.
My gut reaction was to feel both patriotic and rebellious simultaneously.
(maybe a bit more rebellious)
The Marketplace Fairness Act may be stuck in Congress, but some states have taken matters into their own hands to get their piece of Amazon’s revenue.
(Massachusetts has also started receiving its cut of Amazon’s pie as of November 1.)
And with my wallet suddenly feeling 6.35% lighter, I decided to put my iPhone back in my pocket and get my head out of the clouds.
Instead it was time to marvel at some real clouds with my son.
I turned to him, but his eyes were already glued to the video monitor.
(like father, like son?)
I pointed out our window to break the multimedia trance.
“Look at that giant plane next to us!”
The journey continues…