The usual details before leaving. Last sweep of the room, weigh the bag. Hmm: the scale says the bag is LO pounds. The readout is capable of showing four digits, but cannot muster a W. I opened it up, expecting to see an AAA battery -
Or should I say a Triple A battery? When you say “Triple A,” people think of the car association. When you write AAA battery people know what you mean. It’s all context. But no one says “An A - A - A Battery,” do they?
No, I did not have this conversation at the time. No time to waste! The plane leaves in 2 hours and 45 minutes! It did not need a AAA. It needed a flat car-key-fob battery. (I’d say “a hearing aid battery” but that would only be for a Ferenghi.) I found one, because I always have batteries, until I don’t, and slipped it in. Forty-eight pounds. Nice job.
Off we went. Parked, dragged the bags, checked it in, then . . . no place to sit. There aren’t any coffee shops outside of the security area. So we stood and talked about delightful inconsequential matters with the old enthusiasm, running along the same wavelength, until . . . well, the line’s starting to thicken up. Best go, now.
Took one last picture as she went into the crowd.
Oh, she’ll be back.
But not like this, I think. Not again.
THEN in-laws arrived from Chicago, AND mother-in-law is here from AZ, AND French brother-in-law came over, and we had hamburgers and corn that was on the cob until it wasn’t, and watermelon, and key lime pie. A full house smothers old echoes.
Well, what have we in the Folder of Detritus Folder?
One of those SHOCKING HISTORICAL PHOTO sites. THE CAMERA CAPTURED MORE THAN THEY THOUGHT! No, sorry, it's NOSTALGIC PICTURES THAT WILL GIVE YOU THE FEELS
Finest furs, donned. You don't don your secondary furs to the grocery store.
1947: the world was just recovering from . . . the Second World War? Yes and no; more precise to say they were recovering from the life of the Second World War.