My dad is in town.
He FLEW here in an actual airplane. This may seem insignificant, but trust me, it is MONUMENTAL.
The man has not been in an airplane since 1994.
I am taking credit for this, although I have to cheer Lynn on for seeing him safely through security and to the gate.
Security is where we, in the family, were slightly concerned there could be some sort of….. hangup. or hiccup. or incident that could possibly make the evening news. Not because my dad is a trouble maker or anything. But he likes his privacy and if stopped, would probably resist being felt up frisked.
Here he is safely at the gate, and through security, courtesy of Lynn:
I’ll be doing the “I got dad on an airplane dance” for a few more days. Yipee!
