Prefatory Note: I will refer to a couple of “laws” in this story. As my mean-ass editor has a policy of not making people stupider for reading SJ, I’ll go ahead and say I have no idea if these are actual laws or just shit people made up. It could be both.—CLS
We make it to the gate in Manchester, Connecticut. My wife, Dr. S, looks at the gate monitor, then her phone. She shoots me a worried look.
“I hope we make the connection in Philly.” Continue reading
