No Place Like Home
April 25th 2008 Deplaning after more than eight hours squashed into a seat that didn't recline with the Toddler on my lap was a wonderful feeling. We could have landed anywhere and I'd still have been euphoric. In fact, at one point it looked like we might have to land somewhere else. A male passenger developed chest pains and, sitting in the back row right by the bathroom, I heard the flight attendants talking i
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