Quirky family memories.
My cousin made me laugh about a post she wrote on Facebook today. She commented about being early to the airport. Her dad and my dad both carry the genetic marker: Very, Very Early To The Airport. I'm not absolutely sure where it is on the DNA chain but it's very close to the Make My Child Wear A Stocking Cap In Iowa In August Because He Has A Cold And You Don't Want To Risk The Chance Of Making Him Sicker By Not Wearing A Hat gene.
Oh, do we go to the airport early. Way early! By contrast, my friends Andrea and Keri have no urge to get their anxiety-ridden traveling friend (who hates traveling) to the airport in Reno more than 10 minutes before take-off. There are slot machines in the airport, ya know.