Did you miss me?

FLYOVER COUNTRY, U.S.A.

As a child, I have pleasant memories of my aunt taking me, my sister and my two cousins to Disney World. My family wasn’t rich, but my aunt did well for herself and had no children. She was a surrogatesupplemental mother to all of us and we benefitted from her generosity.

I thought about those trips this morning at 4:30 as she struggled to keep her Subaru Legacy in its lane. (The darkness was playing tricks on her, but this adventure to Syracuse’s ultra-pathetic international airport was much better than paying to park.) Those flights Orlando were fun. There was food, which I remember as good, and a seemingly endless supply of Coca-Cola. Even the airport was fun.