Yesterday afternoon I took Lucas to the airport, waiting outside to make sure he made his plane. (He had switched to an earlier flight.) Cars pulled up and discharged people, often threesomes: parents hugging a traveling daughter.
A policeman told me I couldn't sit in front of the terminal, so I pulled around to the south and planted myself in a tow-away zone just in front of another terminal. More cars rolled up and more threesomes emerged. The daughter (rarely was there a son) would wave a last goodbye and walk through the automatic doors to return to college, or a career in the city - an interesting if inclement life - while mom and dad drifted back to their sunlit condo. Except for the blue skies, it felt very Russian, seeing young women leaving and the old folks left behind.
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