On the Go, Dog in Tow

My 20-year old son takes after his father. He waits until the 11th hour and then he swings into action.

This is the young man who announced the day before Christmas that he needed a suit for his visit to the World Bank. Friday he decided, yes, he needed a voltage adapter. Yesterday, the day he was leaving for Copenhagen, he decided that a digital camera might be a nice thing to have after all. The day before he said he wasn't the photographer type. We stopped on the way to the airport to pick up a camera, and he spent the rest of the trip learning how to use it. He also called his bank to inform them he'd be abroad the next 4 months, always a good thing to do when you're traveling.

We arrived at JFK at 4 pm. We took photos with the new camera and Marty and Buck said goodbye. Yes, Buck was with us, comfortably nestled in his bed with "Baby." I walked in with Harry. We were on a short line. He turned to me and said, "I should have had you give me a haircut." I don't usually carry scissors with me a on trip, but since I'd been patching Mark's jeans on the way, I had really sharp ones. "You have plenty of time before your flight. We can go outside right now and do a quick trim." His desire to have a haircut was overridden by his embarrassment of standing outside an airport and having his mother cut his hair.

Bag checked, off he went.

Next, we drove to Manhattan to see our older son, Mark. While we were waiting for him to come from his dorm, Marty took Buck for a walk and then fed him. Mark greeted him and he returned to the car and drank water. The humans then went out for dinner at a nearby Italian restaurant.

The eerie thing about the trip to New York and the trip back was that there was very little traffic. Sure, there was a wreck on the Whitestone Bridge and a short slow down leaving the airport, but we felt it was magical, as though we'd been granted something special, a reprieve from some of the frustrating things we've been facing.

We arrived home in record time. Buck took the day in stride, as though being in a car for 8 hours was normal. As long as he's with us, he doesn't care where he snoozes.

Harry should be in Copenhagen by now.