Airports

Airports. I'm thinking of this because tomorrow Amy is heading off again. She's flying out of Omaha, though Ron is taking her down in the morning. I have spent a lot of time at airports either sending her off or picking her up. And she claims that she hates to fly! She really is the one with all the stories when it comes to travel. Me. I just watch the monitors, check the time and wait. Some times she's on time. Sometimes late. There was the time she flew into Madison via Chicago. Her flight was cancelled after it was much too late for us to do anything but get a hotel room and wait til she came in the next morning...with a nose ring! Ok. not really. I've said goodbye to her from Minneapolis, Zurich, Omaha, Seoul and Phoenix. I've said hello to her in all those places too. She's mostly adventured on her own. It's the goodbye factor I really don't like much at all.