We’re at Gate 16, John Wayne Airport. Back to Milwaukee for a few days. My nephew Matt is getting married.
We’re like commuters on this run. Same flights up and back as last time. We change planes in Denver.
When Helaine rousted me from my three hours of sleep I asked, “Why am I getting up?” I seriously didn’t remember. Left to my own devices I would have snored through missing the flight.
We’re TSA Pre again. No shoe removal. No bag expunging. It’s like being in a pre-2001 world, if only for a few minutes.
There’s been one change since our last trip to the airport. A big sign behind our seats says “POWER OUTLETS HERE.” I’m plugged in.