Stepping into the baggage claim terminal of PHL always hits me with such incredibly strong nostalgia for the handful of times in high school that I drove out here to pick up my dad. I didn’t travel much before college, or really after, so the memories are never of my own experience, just of stopping in the loading zone, popping in, giving him a hug and lugging an old-fashioned suitcase back to the car.
Would have been easier, probably, just to get a taxi, and Boeing would have paid (and they probably did, depending on how thorough they were with their receipt books at the time), but I can tell you from long hours of travel, there is something really nice about seeing a face you love there at baggage claim. I like to think that was as nice for him as it was for me during that era.
That is all. Happy Monday from Philly. Go Birds.