True story: I’m afraid of heights. But I’ve got a sense of humor about it.
This is probably best illustrated by a visit to the Smithsonian’s Udvar-Hazy Center I enjoyed a few years ago. The ground floor exhibits really caught my attention. On the second level, I enjoyed the view. By the time I got to the catwalk of the third level, my palms were sweaty and I was feeling a bit of trepidation at being so high above the floor below.
The irony of this is, of course, if I’d been sitting in one of the airplanes hanging from the ceiling, zipping along with my airspeed indicator nudging the yellow arc, I’d be perfectly comfortable. But while standing still on a walkway solidly suspended above a concrete floor, I was nervous. [Read more…]