FLORENCE, ITALY — I actually got nostalgic for U.S. air travel. I did. It felt weird, like pining for root-canal treatment, and it happened right here in the city of Michelangelo.
Don’t get me wrong. I love Italy. I lived here for a while and learned how beauty is the consolation of every past empire. I learned how style can be deployed as a shield against disappointment. I learned that change can be overrated.
Florence Airport doesn’t seem to have changed much since my uncle, Captain Bert Cohen of the 6th South African Armored Division, hitched a ride here in 1944 after battling up Italy with the U.S. Army. On leave, he went onto the runway and stuck out his thumb. A pilot offered a ride to “bomb the Brenner.” He opted to go to Naples.
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http://www.nytimes.com/2010/03/12/opinion/12iht-edcohen.html?ref=opinion
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