We got up at 2 am to drive to the airport. "Be there two hours ahead," it says on the airline's website, so we dutifully pulled up out in front of the terminal at exactly 3:45 am. Dear Husband pulled his bags out of the trunk, handed me the winter jacket he won't need in the tropics, hugged me goodby and trudged into the airport. Where, as I had
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