I Hate Driving to the Airport, In the Rain, Crying

I hate driving to the airport. I hate driving to the airport in therain. I hate driving to the airport in the rain while I’m crying, but that’s what I’m doing: dropping off my son as he relocates to Nashville to begin his music career. This major transition, fast on the heels of my move from our former family home to a small apartment, brings the passage of time into sharp focus. I wish I could say the same for the road.

A strong storm moves up the coast as we make our way to La Guardia; pr...