My Uncle Milton and Aunt Edith were world travelers, not so much Paris and London as Thailand and Afghanistan and Columbia and countries that as a child I had to look up on a map because I had never heard of them before. They often came to our house for Christmas, Uncle Milton loved to ski and Washington DC, where they lived ,just wasn’t ski country. One winter he went skiing in his in his karakul hat, recently purchased on their trip to Kabul. One year Aunt Edith was teaching herself Turkish because they had a trip to Turkey planned for the spring. For a kid from upstate NY they were exotic.
They happened to be visiting one summer when my sister and I were flying out to Minneapolis on the way to the family ranch in South Dakota. I was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, that’s what I wore, except for church, all the time. Aunt Edith did not approve.
I was thinking of them this afternoon as we checked in at Boston Logan on the way to Paris. My shirt does have buttons on it but my pants look like jeans and zip off at the knees and I’m wearing bright red crocs on my feet, so I guess from the waist up I would have passed muster. Compared to some of my fellow travelers I’m dressed to meet the king.
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Let's see what you look like Dan, so we can judge!
Weird you posted this as just yesterday,Bill and I were just missing about your packing conundrum. Thanks for clearing that up right out of the gate. Safe travels!