Goodbye Girl

I'm bad at goodbyes. Really. The kids were great. They blew dad kisses as he walked away.

Me? Nope, I just cried. And, cried some more. I never worried about stuff like that till 9/11. Now, I fret every time he gets on an airplane.

He called me to let me know he arrived safely in Baltimore. Now all I have to worry about is him and Chicken Legs stumbling home safely after imbibing copious amounts of alcoholic beverages while ogling girls and regaling the world with their Army stories.