Mom drives us to the airport in Albuquerque. We buy gifts for the boys at the souvenir shop. It takes a long time to get through security because we have so many non-scannable devices, phone and palm and laptop, camera and gameboy. Even though I have repeatedly mis-remembered our departure time, we make it onto the plane, and through Saint Louis where the crowd has a less well-preserved, more comfortable look to it, and on home to Chicago, which does in fact, feel like home.
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