Mom and I used to go to Florida with my grandparents every year. Plane tickets were expensive, and even after Dad came off the road, we got by on his royalties and a little stock dividend money. When we flew, Mummum and Poppa paid. One year, I missed a month of Kindergarten and lost no ground. We came home because Mom was eight months pregnant. My sister was born in a hospital as scheduled. Nothing midair. But Mom says the pilot looked past her as we got on that plane, wordlessly asking the flight attendants “Ready to catch a baby?”
Lance over at My Blog Can Beat Up Your Blog is launching a weekly music meme. He’ll give us a song for inspiration, and we write 100 words on the topic. Come play with us!
Edit: Here’s a historical photo of Dad. (He’s standing; John Call is seated.) I’m sure somebody else owns the copyright, but damned if I know who. I scanned it in from a picture in a photo album. If somebody wants me to take it down (yes Dad, that includes you), I’ll be glad to. If somebody wants credit, let me know.