Natasha’s a natural for Feline Stowaway of the Year--figures out that if she sleeps quietly in the suitcase, she’s coming with us…..not.
Septa offers up Florida but Caroline just laughs and says, Who needs Miami when we’ve got Melbourne?
“Hands” down, Phila airport has the best public art of any airport in the country. This one stretches for a quarter-mile, or seems to, as I slide down the moving-walkway to mail Nathaniel a check for this semester’s books. Even on a travel day there’s Dad work to be done….
No, that’s not a vodka on ice but a Scintilating Sydney Seltzer for the first leg to LA on our day-long journey to Oz down-undah.
Zach has the most beat looking pair of headphones—held together (barely!) with aging duct tape. They may be working, or may just be for show—looks like he’s digging some sounds, but could just be dozing as he stayed up all night prep’ing for the trip.
Caroline and Zach are in mid Trek Transporter mode—beam them up, Scottie, all the way to Melbourne, Australia! Unfortunately, the transporter sputters and sparks and voila! Back to LAX terminal.
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