By Thursday night, our bags were packed and waiting by the door. Two rolling bags. My son’s and mine.
We had a morning flight yesterday. Before most trips, the bags would have never come to rest in the front hall. They would have gone from final zip-ups in bedrooms straight out the door to the car. We were both looking forward to this trip though, and …
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