We send Sam back. When we first sent him off there were enough tears to fill a room. This time we wait until he is checked in, eat at a restaurant in the terminal and spend a few moments. There is a lady who has a yapping little dog. Sam cringes.
“Man I just know she is on my flight and sitting next to me. What happens when the thing won’t shut up? What if she decides to let it out of it’s cage and it craps on my seat?”
The lady enters the gate to get on a flight to Israel. Sam thinks he has dodged a bullet.
We finish and walk around for a bit then it is time for us to go. JFK sits on the opposite side of Manhattan and rush hour starts soon. We have to get to the other side.
This time there are no tears. We say goodbye and leave. It is good to see him come home and good to see him leave home too.
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