TOM TO AIRPORT
Today I drove my son Tom to the airport for his weeklong trip to Geneva where he would meet his wife, Kathy, and daughter, Hannah, and drive around Switzerland and France. By now I had almost forgotten that I had invited myself to go along and then realized it wasn’t a good idea. I didn’t envy him his 15 hours in the plane or the days of jet lag that would follow.
Instead, after dropping him at the airport, I had a great time talking with my old man’s group, then spent time sorting the books in my Swannanoa locker and finally took a long nap.
BILLYBABA’S WANDERING 