When possible, train travel still has elements of pleasure and dignity, perhaps because of its underutilization on many routes, though you can get stuck in an ill ventilated car with crying babies. I find it so much more calm and meditative than flying, though some years I feel like I lived on a plane. Overseas flights get pretty brutal as your joints and spine age. Likewise, highway travel, once bristling with the excitement of the open road, becomes somewhat less pleasing for seniors. I am pleased on those rare occasions when train travel actually offers a dining car and table service to go with the passing scenery. Back to the air, matches don't seem to be a problem, or haven't been. I always take just a small box or two to attract the least attention.