Long day today. The kind of long that only flying home to the states can be. Stressful enough on it's own merit, unlike other times, mom was going to meet me at the gate. It has been a long time since mom and I have seen each other, and I was pretty nervous about meeting her after all this time. The smart Baden decided he might trump any Bad Son stories by bringing a nice bouquet of flowers. Not the plastic airport/gas station variety, but something that was truly beautiful.
That is not as easy as one might think on an International Flight to Today's US of A.
Lets say by some chance one makes it past the outgoing security. After all, many Europeans travel with flowers.
Also, with a bit of imagination, the flowers might survive transport along todays commercial flying experience.
U.S. Customs. Homeland Security. Department of Agriculture? I just hope the American people remember that once our ancestors traveled with fowers. Or at least give a son the honor of arriving with flowers for his mother.
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