We just got back from a flight to Michigan to see the grandkids. Flying today is very reminiscent of taking the Greyhound bus in the 60's. And just about as pleasant. We are always TSA pre-checked so we can go to the short line through security. But Richard always has to wear his high top shoes with 48" laces that are almost impossible to get off and on. Then he sets off the metal detector. So he empties his pockets (and they throw away his pocket knife) and then he has to take his belt off and eventually take his clodhoppers off. He is 77 and all this activity wears him out. Meanwhile, I have breezed through and collected his bag and his coat and his shoes and wait 10 minutes or so for him to get through security. Thank goodness we always show up early. We flew from Myrtle Beach to NYC and gathered up our stuff to find our next gate. Luckily, I asked before we actually got off the plane because that same plane was continuing to Detroit. Why this was never mentioned is a mystery to me.
From NYC to Detroit, I sat next to a very talkative man who was flying to Michigan to help his 85 year old mother get moved to Naples, Fl. I found out that he has one 16 year old son who was conceived through IVF. He makes a lot of money, lives in Rye, NY, his wife was 42 when their son was born. The boy goes to Fordham Prep instead of the nearby high school in Rye because his wife thinks he needs to be taught by Jesuits. His mother currently lives on a lake with gorgeous view so he convinced her to move to a retirement home with a good view even if the entrance fee is $1,000,000. She can afford it. There was no stopping his mouth. when we go off the plane, I told him to say "hello" to his mother for me. I felt like part of the family.
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