The journey counts.
Interstate routes, rail trips, airports and the stories collected between destinations. Yes, highway signs are part of the collection.
Follow the mileage →I’m Steve: transit leader, Eagle Scout and the guy who notices the Interstate designation before the scenery.
Illinois roots. North Carolina home. A life full of roads, rail journeys, airports, LEGO and dogs with opinions.
A theatrical tribute inspired by Catherine O’Hara’s performances, from Home Alone to Schitt’s Creek. An unofficial fan homage; not affiliated with or endorsed by Catherine O’Hara or the creators of Schitt’s Creek.
From driving a bus to leading transit operations. The people, systems and lessons along the way.
Explore my career THE MILEAGEInterstates traveled, Amtrak memories and 50 aviation locations. Getting there deserves its own story.
Explore the collection LIFE WITH DOGSTucker, Wilson and Winnie “Pooh Bear,” with Ike’s legacy still supervising. Life outside transit starts here.
Meet the dogsIllinois roots. North Carolina home. A life measured in more than mileage.
I’m a transit leader, Eagle Scout and Western Illinois University alumnus. I grew up in Rochelle, Illinois, and now call Wilson, North Carolina home.
Transportation is both my career and something I enjoy off the clock. Give me an interesting interchange, an Amtrak trip or an airport terminal, and I’ll probably have questions. And opinions.
At home, there are dogs, LEGO projects and usually something else I’m trying to improve. The goal is the same one I learned in Scouting: leave it better than you found it.
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That’s where SITW began. The name carries the dogs who have been part of my life, including Ike, whose memory stays with me. Today, Tucker, Wilson and Winnie—better known as Pooh Bear—keep things interesting at home.
Roads, Rails & Runways brings the other part of the story together: the places I’ve been, how I got there, and the details I can’t help noticing along the way.
Interstate routes, rail trips, airports and the stories collected between destinations. Yes, highway signs are part of the collection.
Follow the mileage →Tucker, Wilson and Pooh Bear each bring their own personality. Pooh Bear has already discovered that a water bowl can double as entertainment.
Meet the dogs →I enjoy building with LEGO and photographing the things that catch my attention. Both reward taking a closer look at the details.
See the LEGO collection →From earning Eagle Scout to serving as Scoutmaster, Scouting helped shape how I approach responsibility, service and leadership.
My Scouting story →I was born in 1975 to Robert and Deborah Beck in Rochelle, Illinois. I attended Lincoln School, Rochelle Junior High and Rochelle Township High School, graduating in 1993.
Scouting became a major part of my life beginning in first grade with Pack 552. In 1987 I joined Troop 312, where I earned Eagle Scout. I later returned as the final Scoutmaster of Troop 312 and helped two young men earn Eagle Scout.
I graduated from Kishwaukee College in 1998 and Western Illinois University in 2000, then returned for my master’s degree, finally finishing in 2011 after a transportation internship. During college I was recognized in Who’s Who Among Students in American Universities & Colleges and inducted into Rho Phi Lambda.
My first career began with the Boy Scouts of America in 2001. After leaving professional Scouting and spending a few years figuring out what I wanted to be when I grew up, I returned to graduate school.
Then transportation found me.
I began driving a bus for Laidlaw in 2007, became a transit supervisor with First Student in 2009, and became a General Manager with Durham School Services in 2012. From there came transit systems, startups, moves, executive roles and considerably more mileage than any sensible career path should require.
SITW is personal too: Steve, Ike, Tucker & Wilson. It is the professional side of my life and the guy who can spend entirely too much time studying an interchange, airport terminal, transit map or highway sign.
Purple marks the states I’ve lived in. Yellow marks the states I’ve visited.
The map is probably the fastest way to explain why I have opinions about so many highways, airports and places that nobody asked for.
Gold marks countries visited. Purple dots mark Caribbean territories and islands that are too small to show cleanly on a world map.
United States • Mexico • Bahamas • Haiti • Jamaica • Dominican Republic • Puerto Rico • U.S. Virgin Islands • Sint Maarten • Aruba • Curaçao • Bonaire
And yes, Curaçao counts: I landed there. Getting off the plane was apparently optional.
Not everything in the office is there because it belongs on a desk. Some of it is there because it tells part of the story.
Genealogy, family stories and the chapter that included finding an older sister at 46.
Explore the family tree →
Trips are better when getting there becomes part of the story.
Some people decorate. Steve acquires things with route numbers, airport codes, Scout history or several thousand plastic bricks.
Family, ancestry, and the people who made me the luckiest boy alive.
Before the roads, rails and runways, there were the people who made my world what it was. My family roots reach across Europe, but the part I treasure most is the family I was fortunate enough to know.
Apparently Europe was a group project. DNA estimates offer a snapshot of where some of those roots began; the stories are what make them matter.


I have always considered myself one of the luckiest boys alive when it came to family.
Growing up, I had something pretty special: three grandmothers. Grandma June, Grandma Dorothy, and Grandma Chris.
And if that wasn't enough, I was fortunate enough to meet six of my great-grandparents:
Not everyone gets the opportunity to know so many generations of their family. I was fortunate enough to have those connections, even if I was too young to fully appreciate just how special they were at the time.
Looking back, I realize how fortunate I was. My childhood wasn't just filled with parents and grandparents, but with connections to generations of family who came before me.
Three grandmothers. Six great-grandparents. And more family love than one little boy could ever ask for.
I really was the luckiest boy alive.
I was born on Friday, September 19, 1975, the first child of Robert and Deborah Beck.
My arrival was anything but uneventful. Mom experienced serious complications during childbirth, and while thankfully we both made it through, a rather important message never reached Dad.
Apparently, I was about eight hours old before he learned that I had arrived alive and healthy. The doctor had forgotten to tell him he was the proud father of a bouncing baby boy.
Eight hours old, and I had already caused a medical emergency and a communications breakdown. Not exactly a quiet entrance into the world.
Operations, service delivery, workforce leadership, startups, labor relations and the real-world work of making schedules actually happen.

For the guidance, friendship, confidence and occasional reality check throughout my career. Many people teach you how to do a job. A true mentor helps you become the leader you were meant to be. Thank you, Jude.
I started behind the wheel in 2007. Since then, I’ve led urban and rural transit operations, managed large frontline teams, transitioned contracts and worked through the practical challenges of delivering dependable service.
Transportation leadership supported by eight managers and 36 supervisors.
Approximately 9,000 square miles, 150 staff and 120 buses under management oversight.
Collected outstanding revenue while reducing outstanding collections by 90% within 90 days.
Leading community transportation, demand response and Medicaid transportation. The daily work connects staffing, dispatch, fleet availability, safety and customer service.
Served in an interim safety and training leadership role for Denton County Transportation Authority through HTG.
Led Hill Country Transit District’s transition from in-house management to contracted management through HTG. Oversight covered nine counties and approximately 9,000 square miles, with approximately 150 full-time-equivalent staff and a fleet of 120 buses.
Managed eight transportation managers, 36 supervisors and 470 full-time-equivalent drivers, with oversight of the Downtown Transit Center. Responsibilities included operator work assignments, policy development, staff development and union grievance hearings.
Led the transition from a contractor responsible for both management and operations to a management contractor overseeing a separate operations contractor. Introduced Token Transit for mobile fare collection.
Improved employee morale and rebuilt the safety culture in fixed-route operations. Reduced preventable and non-preventable accidents, achieving three consecutive months without an accident.
Led urban and regional transit across 12 West Texas counties spanning approximately 15,400 square miles—a service territory larger than nine U.S. states. Secured funding for “Dump the Lunch,” eliminating midday fixed-route service interruptions and introducing continuous all-day service, increasing ridership by 20%.
Oversaw operations, customer service, call center, safety and training for DCTA’s Denton Connect, Lewisville Connect, Access paratransit and University of North Texas fixed-route services. Supervised route planning, supported union negotiations and grievance handling, and served as General Manager in the GM’s absence.
Led approximately 100 drivers and a fleet of 65 buses across the Carrollton Charter Hub and Lancaster office. Managed school transportation and charter services, including Dallas Cowboys / AT&T Stadium employee shuttles and Texas Rangers game-day shuttles. Collected more than $1 million in outstanding revenue and reduced outstanding collections by 90% within 90 days.
Managed nine supervisors and dispatchers and 119 drivers in a union environment. Although my time in Charleston was short, lasting friendships were forged.
Led school transportation, fixed-route transit and demand-response dispatch across two locations, supervising approximately 100 drivers, an Operations Supervisor and a Maintenance Director. Secured successful contract renewals in 2015 and oversaw the transit operation’s move into a new building in 2013.
Route names, service descriptions and numbering from the 2012 system redesign.
| Route number | Old name | New name | Old description | New description / notes |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| 1 | Red | Purple | Campus | Campus Carousel |
| 2 | Green | Gold | Campus | Campus Carousel |
| 3 | Blue | Blue | Campus | Off Campus Carousel |
| 4 | Orange | Silver | Late Night | Off Campus Carousel |
| 5 | Brown | Brown | Shopping | Shopping |
| 6 | White | Maroon | City | Evening Campus Carousel |
| 7 | Gold | Black | City | Late Night |
| 8 | Pink | Burgundy | City | Late Night |
| 9 | Purple | Not Used | City | Reserved in new numbering |
| 10 | Black | Amtrak | Amtrak | Same route; color name dropped |
| 11 | Silver | Not Used | Campus | Reserved in new numbering |
| 12 | Maroon | South | Campus | New |
| 13 | Tan | West | Late Night | Reserved for a proposed route pending funding; funding never became available and the route was never launched. |
| 14 | Yellow | North | City | Old 14 |
| 15 | Not Used | East | Not Used | New |
| 16 | Not Used | Northwest | Not Used | Old 6 |
| 17 | Not Used | Northeast | Not Used | Old 7 |
| 18 | Not Used | Southeast | Not Used | Old 8 |
| 19 | Not Used | Southwest | Not Used | Old 9 |
| 20 | Not Used | Not Used | Not Used | — |
| 21 | Not Used | Bomber Express | Not Used | — |
| 22 | Not Used | Not Used | Not Used | — |
| 23 | Violet | Retired | Summer School | — |
| 24 | Teal | Retired | Summer School | — |
Moved to Beck Bus when it took over the Go West Transit contract from First Student in 2010. Oversaw 30 buses and approximately 40 drivers. Upon completing my master’s degree in 2011, my title changed to Assistant Director of Operations.
Moved into transit supervision in 2009 after beginning my career as a driver. Transferred to Beck Bus in 2010 when First Student lost the Go West Transit contract.
Began my transportation career behind the wheel, primarily driving Go West Transit’s Red, Green and Orange routes. Recognized as Driver of the Month in August and September 2007.
My approach combines frontline experience with an analytical view of operations. Safety, scheduling, employee engagement and financial performance are connected responsibilities. I believe in setting clear expectations, developing the people responsible for delivering them, and using results to identify what needs to change.
Two career reminders: the system you help build and the culture you insist on protecting.
In 2019, the Texas Transit Association recognized the Concho Valley Transit District (CVTD) in San Angelo as its Outstanding Urban Transit System.
I was serving as General Manager when CVTD received the award, making this one of the career moments I'm particularly proud of. Transit awards aren't earned by one person — they reflect the work of the operators, dispatchers, maintenance staff, administrative team and leadership working together every day to provide safe and dependable service.
The award was presented March 4, 2019, and remains a reminder of what a transit system can accomplish when the entire organization is moving in the same direction.
This RATP Dev USA safety award bat has my name on it—and yes, it still hangs in my office.
I was awarded this limited-edition bat, number 6 of only 6, for my work in Colorado. When I arrived, the operation had been experiencing numerous accidents, and rebuilding the safety culture became one of my priorities.
I reintroduced mandatory monthly safety meetings and reinforced them with regular safety reminders for drivers. The goal was simple: make safety something we talked about constantly, not just after something went wrong.
The effort paid off. The operation achieved a three-month accident-free streak, a significant turnaround from where we had started.
During that same period, I was also the highest-performing General Manager in the company for subrogation claims, successfully pursuing recovery when another party was responsible for a loss.
Years later, the bat still hangs in my office. It is more than an award or a piece of memorabilia. It is a reminder that a strong safety culture does not happen by accident—it has to be built, reinforced, and lived every day.
Not everything worth collecting fits on a shelf.
Primary Interstates, 3DIs, complete routes, partial routes and occasional designation nonsense.
Illinois corridor trains, sleeper trips, stories and one telephone pole that was not on the itinerary.
Airports visited, terminal opinions and rankings absolutely nobody commissioned.
I keep track of the Interstates I’ve traveled, collect license plates, and have opinions about route numbers that probably deserve their own exit.
Editorial policy remains unchanged: Wyoming receives no unnecessary 3DI without compelling evidence and adult supervision.
Some people collect souvenirs. I apparently collect license plates. Over the years, my plates have followed me from Illinois to Texas, Colorado, Kentucky, Indiana, and back again. They are more than pieces of metal on a wall — each one represents where I lived, where I worked, the vehicles I drove, and the roads I traveled.

BUS 144, from St. Maarten, represents another huge part of my life: transit. After spending much of my career around buses — driving them, managing them and building transit operations — it seems appropriate that a bus plate made the collection.
It connects two things that have followed me for most of my adult life: roads and buses.
Illinois corridor rides, a sleeper west with Dad, and one telephone pole that was definitely not on the itinerary.
Part of my Illinois corridor travel, connecting the rail story with my home state.
Another Illinois corridor route in my travel log.
The bucket-list sleeper trip west with Dad, with Denver as our destination.
Ridden from Galesburg to Chicago.
A record of stations from my travels, rather than a single itinerary.
Major hubs, Caribbean arrivals and a couple of local flights. The airport code is only the beginning of the story.
This records places from my own travels, including local airfields. And yes, Curaçao counts: I landed there. Getting off the plane was apparently optional.
An aerobatic airplane ride with my great friend Brandon Sparrow, flying from Macomb’s original grass field.
Up, around and back down—a short local flight over Rochelle.
Landed. Stayed on the plane. Still made the travel log.
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Vietnam Veterans Memorial • Atwood Park • 1991
Eagle Scout Project — Troop 312, Rochelle, Illinois
Two men whose leadership, guidance and example helped shape not only the Scout I became, but the man and leader I became afterward. Thank you for helping show me the way.
Scouting also meant summer camp, staff assignments, leadership roles and plenty of reasons to pack a bag.
Served as Peace Pipe District Executive with Calumet Council, Boy Scouts of America, in Munster, Indiana, from January 2001 through December 2003.
District service area: Calumet City and Burnham, Illinois; Chicago’s Hegewisch neighborhood; and Whiting, East Chicago and Hammond, Indiana.
Scouting became my first professional career, building on my experience as a Scout and volunteer leader.
Trading post logistics, Steve style: I could walk into Sam’s Club during early-morning business hours and be back out in 15 minutes with $500 worth of candy, soda and other snacks for the camp trading post. Apparently, snack procurement was one of my professional specialties.
Twenty years between my first and last Canyon Camp summers. Camp became a recurring chapter of my life.
Five NOAC staff assignments, a Jamboree on each side of the visitor/staff divide, and a decade of Section Conclaves.
Many Januarys were spent at the Copa Cabana in Wisconsin Dells for the Conference of Chiefs Winter Meeting. And yes, you’re probably hearing the song now. The Wisconsin January weather supplied its own interpretation of “tropical.”
Earning Eagle Scout was one milestone. Service, leadership and learning continued long afterward.
A thank you to the people, places and programs that helped make me the person I am.
I have been fortunate to have people and organizations invest their time, patience, encouragement and trust in me. Some of the causes I support are tied directly to my own experiences. Others matter because someone I respect cared enough to ask me to help. Either way, this is one small way I can say thank you.
Scouting helped shape how I think about leadership, responsibility, service and leaving things better than I found them. Supporting Friends of Canyon Camp helps preserve those same opportunities for the next generation.
Colonel Rock is part of the personality, tradition and spirit of Western Illinois University. Supporting the Live Mascot Program helps keep that Leatherneck tradition alive for students and alumni who come after us.
Go West is part of where my transportation story really began. It connected college, public service, operations and eventually a career I never expected to have. Supporting Go West Security is a way to give something back to a program that gave me a great deal.
College can change the direction of a person's life. Supporting Student Services helps students reach the resources, guidance and opportunities that can make that difference when they need it most.
Some causes do not need a complicated explanation. Children and families facing serious illness deserve every possible chance to focus on treatment, recovery, hope and being together.
I would not be where I am today without people who gave me opportunities, taught me, challenged me, encouraged me and occasionally pushed me when I needed it.
I cannot completely repay everything that was given to me. But I can pay some of it forward.Tucker, Wilson and Winnie “Pooh Bear” keep home interesting. Ike’s place in the family—and his HR title—remains permanent.

Joined the family August 18, 2014.
This was the day I met Tucker. I looked at that face and decided he was coming home with me. The decision had been made.
In retrospect, Tucker may have been the one who made the decision. These days, the cool bathroom floor remains one of his favorite places to settle in.

Joined the family October 29, 2024.
Fresh from his first grooming and immediately back to work. Nobody was getting past Wilson without authorization.
His own departures are another matter. Open doors are opportunities, and Wilson has always had his own ideas about freedom.
Pooh Bear joined the family on September 25, 2026, and quickly made himself at home alongside Tucker and Wilson.
A water enthusiast with a talent for splashing the kitchen and an interest in joining me in the hot tub. His other specialty? Looking completely innocent afterward.
On Saturday, Pooh Bear followed me through the gate and up onto the pool deck. He took one look at the solar cover and apparently concluded it was an excellent place to take a stroll.
It was not.
Before I knew it, the little shit was in the water. Thankfully, he swam straight back toward me, and I was able to lift him out. I was about thirty seconds away from jumping in fully clothed to get him.
He was startled, understandably, but he was okay — and very, very wet.
Between flooding the kitchen, trying to join me in the hot tub, and now attempting to defy physics in the swimming pool, I'm beginning to think Pooh Bear believes he's a Labrador trapped in a Cavapoo's body.
For the record, the pool is gated and inaccessible to the dogs unless I open it. And no, the solar cover is not a sidewalk.

Two noses, plenty to investigate.
The dogs who came before are still part of this story.

Sam was my first dog, joining the family around 1977 or 1978. He loved being outside and was as gentle as could be. He rarely wanted to come in the house, but when storms rolled through, he made an exception and headed straight for the basement to hide.
You could leave a steak on the counter and Sam wouldn't touch it. A tub of butter, however, was another matter entirely. That would disappear.
Thanksgiving 1978, Lakeview: We had just moved into our house on Lakeview when Mom noticed things had gotten suspiciously quiet. She went looking for me and found Sam and me sitting together in the kitchen, a bag of cheesy puffs between us. I would eat one, then give Sam one, taking turns like it was the most natural thing in the world.
Mom said she couldn't even get mad. We were behaving, staying out of the way, and the sight of a little boy sharing his cheesy puffs with his dog was just too funny.
My first dog, and one of my earliest memories of friendship.
Joined the family November 29, 2012. Crossed the Rainbow Bridge May 10, 2024.
Ike did not hide his opinions. If he was mad at you, he ignored you. If he wanted attention, subtlety was not part of the process: he climbed into my lap and smacked me in the face with his paw.
Mom said “no,” and Ike listened. I said “no,” and Ike apparently heard, “Challenge accepted.” He escaped, visited the neighbors, begged for treats and returned as though absolutely nothing unusual had happened.
At work he sat on the desk, watched everyone and quickly learned who would feed him and who would not. A friend at the Illinois Department of Transportation simply referred to him as HR. The title stuck.

Before HR had officially taken over.

Ike at home, where he belongs.
Bocephus Bear Grizzly Beck was his registered name. To the family, he was Bo—a long-haired German Shepherd with his own rules about security and snacks.
Bo wouldn’t leave the garage or bark at anyone from there. But he would run out into the yard and bark from the fence. Apparently, an announcement required the proper location.
He knew exactly where the hot dogs were in the refrigerator and expected one from Dad every day when he got home from work. Some days, Bo decided it was a two-hot-dog day and pestered Dad until the second one appeared.
Eventually, he had Aunt Carol trained to give him one too. The hot dog operation had expanded.
Bo also loved Wiffle balls so much that Mom ordered an entire case from the company. Once he found the box, he quietly helped himself to a new one whenever he wanted. Nobody really knew he was getting into the supply.
For years after he passed, we would still find a random Wiffle ball in the house—a little reminder of Bo and his private inventory system.

Bailey, Bo, Tucker and Ike—left to right—lined up on the balcony to watch the annual hot air balloon festival in Colorado Springs. Four very different personalities, sharing one remarkable view.
Moira Rose’s commentary: “Four precious darlings assembled on their private balcony to witness enormous, brightly colored objects floating through the heavens. A spectacle of such grandeur! Though I suspect at least one of them was more interested in the possibility of airborne squirrels.”
Meet Bo and Bailey, my parents’ dogs—the two who replaced my sister and me as the favorite children.
Here they are posing in front of the Beck stone for what looks very much like their official family portrait. My sister and I were apparently demoted to supporting cast.
Mom and Dad now have Duke and Beckett carrying on the proud family tradition of replacing my sister and me as the favorite children. Apparently, the succession plan is still working perfectly.
Photos coming soon.
Architecture, vehicles, oversized builds and the ongoing belief that there is always room for one more set.
Roads, rails, runways and buildings make considerably more sense once they have been reduced to several thousand interlocking plastic pieces.

Because apparently one Minion was never going to be enough.

Pretty self-explanatory.

All destinations. Nothing underwater. A triple-decker bus seemed entirely reasonable to add to the collection.

A classic red London bus — because the transit collection was never going to stop with American buses.

Chicago's skyline legend. Always will be. Some things simply do not need to be renamed.

My official workplace ambassador for professionalism, diplomacy, and Christmas cheer. Yes, this actually sits on my desk at work.
The larger the set, the more convincing the argument that it counts as home décor.
Because sometimes the road less traveled is water — and every trip seems to come with a story, a witness, or Jeff.
It is the collection of trips, places, people and moments I actually remember — which, in my world, is considerably more entertaining.
Royal Caribbean became the cruise line of choice. Carnival got one cruise. That was sufficient research.
Who went: Steve, Jeff Dodd and Phillip Bryan.
Sailing from New Orleans, the itinerary included the Yucatán and Cancún, Mexico.
The cruise that started the sea-going chapter and established a very clear cruise-line preference.
Official retrospective: Carnival SUCKS. We tried it. Research completed.
Who went: Steve and Jeff Dodd.
The trip included the Bahamas, Jamaica and Haiti. After helping Jeff move, we went on a cruise that included Haiti. Two weeks later, the devastating 2010 earthquake struck.
That timing turned what had simply been a vacation memory into something I would always look back on differently.
Who went: Steve, Jeff, Al and Ms. Lucy Foozie.
A Pride boat ride on Lake Michigan. Not a traditional ocean cruise, but a boat, Chicago, Pride and this group absolutely qualifies as a travel story.
Who went: Steve, Jeff Dodd and Al Stout.
I sailed from Fort Lauderdale on Oasis of the Seas.
Itinerary: Nassau, St. Thomas and Sint Maarten. Jeff upgraded us to a two-story loft suite.
There are ordinary birthday trips, and then there is turning 40 in a two-story suite on Oasis.
Who went: Steve, Jeff, Al and Jason.
Back aboard Oasis of the Seas, sailing from Fort Lauderdale.
Planned itinerary: Curaçao, Aruba, Cabo Rojo (Dominican Republic) and CocoCay. This time the accommodations were a Royal Suite.
What actually happened: A passenger was injured on board, requiring us to divert to Jamaica for a medical evacuation. After that unexpected stop, a hurricane disrupted the itinerary and prevented us from visiting Curaçao.
Forty established the standard. Fifty made absolutely no attempt to lower it.
February 10–14, 2027: A four-night comedy cruise aboard MSC Poesia, sailing round-trip from Miami.
Early booking bragging rights: I was among the first 500 to book — and reserved a two-room suite. Apparently I have no intention of lowering my cruise accommodations standards.
Itinerary: Miami → Day at Sea → Grand Turk, Turks and Caicos → Day at Sea → Miami.
Matt Rife and friends, stand-up comedy, live music, themed activities, and a guaranteed seat for one Matt Rife theater show. Sun, sea, and more than enough material for another cruise story.
Status: Upcoming adventure. Official Suite Rife on Deck website ↗
The actual 50th birthday cruise route, plus the earlier cruises and stories that earned permanent map status.
Jeff went to the maître d’. Whatever happened in that conversation worked, because the main dining room service for the rest of the cruise was spectacular.
Conclusion: do not underestimate Jeff when dining standards are involved.
Jeff deserves credit for helping turn me into an Amtrak business-class and five-star-hotel snob.
Airplane first class, however, was entirely my own mistake. Once experienced, coach became considerably less charming.
Some I admire. Some fascinate me. A few simply have a lot of explaining to do.
If I could sit down for a drink and a real conversation with twenty people from history, these are the people I would invite. The reasons are all over the map: leadership, politics, science, aviation, philosophy, art, war, faith, invention and plain old curiosity.
This is not a ranking of greatness, morality or admiration. It is a list of people I would want the chance to question, listen to, challenge or hear tell their own story.
The Civil War, preserving the Union, leadership, politics and his famously dry sense of humor. I suspect this conversation could last all night.
What did the first president really think about the country he helped create — and what would he make of the country it became?
Not admiration. I would want to confront one of history’s most destructive figures and understand how he rationalized his ideology, decisions and crimes.
The Cold War, Cuba, the space race, the presidency and the questions that still surround one of America’s most analyzed political eras.
Hollywood, the presidency, the Cold War, the Soviet Union and the stories. Reagan seems like someone who could keep a table entertained for hours.
Watergate would obviously come up, but so would China, Vietnam, foreign policy and the complicated personality behind a fascinating presidency.
The Great Depression, the New Deal, World War II and what it was like leading the country through two enormous crises.
Scientist, inventor, diplomat, writer, politician and professional troublemaker. This might be one of the livelier drinks on the list.
Invention, entrepreneurship, competition, electricity and the difference between the Edison of the history books and the actual man.
First question: how much did you actually write? After that, literature, theater and several centuries of people analyzing every damn word.
Poland, communism, faith, world travel, the Cold War and his influence during one of the most consequential periods of the twentieth century.
The Civil War, Lee, Reconstruction, the presidency and what history has gotten right — and wrong — about him. We may monitor the bar tab.
World War II, Britain, Roosevelt, politics, leadership and enough wit to make this one of the more entertaining evenings on the list.
Animation, creativity, risk, business, theme parks and one obvious question: what would Walt think of the company carrying his name today?
Apollo 11 alone earns him a seat. I would want to hear what walking on another world actually felt like from the man who took the first step.
Aviation, exploration, breaking barriers and — yes — eventually I would have to ask exactly what happened on that final flight.
Philosophy, ethics, government, science, education and human behavior. It would be fascinating to introduce an ancient thinker to the modern world.
Relativity would only be the beginning: science, nuclear weapons, war, politics, religion and how one of history’s great minds viewed humanity.
A pioneering scientist, two Nobel Prizes, radioactivity, perseverance and succeeding in a scientific world hardly designed to welcome women.
Artist, engineer, inventor and anatomist — a mind that seemed centuries ahead of everyone else. There might not be enough hours in the evening.
Probably the funniest evening on the list. If anybody above cancels, Twain gets the chair immediately.
Ask a question. The site will consider the evidence, consult absolutely no experts, and return a Steve-style response. Results may include sarcasm, transportation opinions, a refusal to make a phone call, or all three.
Professional inquiries, transit conversations, roadgeek arguments, airport opinions, or a compelling case for why an Interstate designation actually makes sense.
Freedom isn't free.
Honor. Remember. Never Forget.
You are not forgotten.