I hate to ride in the cattle car section when I fly. A screaming two year old all the way across the Atlantic cured me of ever putting up with the noise and crowding again. When I finished my tour the company booked me a window seat for my cross-country flight. It fringed on cattle car country so I tried to upgrade but nothing was available. I decided to book a much later flight. I decided to visit some friends at their office while I was still in town and was at Broadway and Chambers on 9/11. I watched the plane with two of my workmates aboard hit my friend's office. 'Nuff said. Screwed me up for a long time.