Travel is Not a Luxury — It’s My Identity

My father at work late night at Toronto Airport in the 1980s

The first time I ever boarded an airplane, I was 9 months old and it was 1975. My father had just been hired at Air Canada working as a ticketing agent, and this was perhaps the first time my parents used their free flight benefits. The job itself would last 35 years until my dad’s retirement. I remember accompanying him to work at the central reservations center, and dealing with a lot of “Are you Alex Zichermann’s…