That jet plane is bringing my daughter Susie, my grandchildren five year Terri and three year old Tommy from Chicago O’Hare airport and is coming down to land on a runway at Columbus Ohio International airport.
Little five year old Terri starts to cry and says “This isn’t Gramma’s house. I want to go to Gramma’s.”
My brother Bugs made everything right! He met them at their gate (you could do that way back when) took them to where his plane was parked on the tarmac and they all four took to the sky heading for his runway beside his home. That little girl’s Gramma, me, was just across the road visiting with my mother in her home for a few minutes while waiting for them to land. Continue reading