![]() We talked about how he might be asked to remove his shoes while going through the TSA line. Or that he was only allowed to take a few ounces of such toiletries with him. My dad couldn’t quite believe he’d actually have to put his toothpaste and shampoo through the x-ray machine separately. I thought of all the things that might be foreign to him but that experienced travelers would take for granted. After a bit of persuading from his daughters and some eventual excitement on his part, he decided to fly the friendly skies… and even liked it enough to get on the plane back to Chicago a week later.Īs we drove to O’Hare that day, I found myself trying to offer lots of advice on how to navigate the airport or describing what he could expect. Or, at the very least, we’ve hopped on a plane to some where, whether for vacation or to visit family, or for a work-related venture.īut the somewhat unique part of this particular trip was that, at the age of 74, this was my dad’s first ever flight. While air travel seems to be particularly frustrating and exhausting these days, I’d venture to guess that many of us Midwesterners have made our way through O’Hare at one time or another. ![]() That doesn’t sound like anything exceptionally noteworthy, I’m sure. ![]() I dropped him off at O’Hare International Airport where he caught a flight to visit my sister in Baltimore. A few weeks ago, my dad and I took a quick road trip to Chicago. ![]()
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