The last trip home

3/31/08


I’m sitting in the Denver airport, having missed the flight to Indianapolis because of “a light in the cockpit” requiring a return to the Seattle terminal. We were both sick over the weekend. It’s just as well we didn’t try to fly yesterday. But now I’ll miss most of the calling hours at the Funeral Home.

I’m sure Tom Wolfe’s definition of going home is more complex than mine, but I believe I am going home, at least for a day.