Shelby's Mom told me that because of the recent badness and the new security measures, no unticketed persons are allowed beyond the security gates in Anchorage. Not a one.
My parents are never going to be able to see me off again. All the movies you've ever watched where a significant other or family member stands at the gate and watches tearfully as the plane taxis out of sight are now moot. I have to face boarding alone. And I have to say good-bye a little sooner.
When I got home two years ago, my parents were late picking me up and I stepped off the plane and they weren't there to meet me. There was a huge cluster of other families waiting and greeting other passengers. Grabbing them up out of the throng and hugging them and crying. But my family was nowhere to be seen. I was so sad. And completely alone.
The changes in airport security aren't just changes in airport security. Our paranoia is feeding a beast that steals memories and alters the way we live our lives.
So I'll meet my parents in baggage claim this year. We'll try to find an uncrowded corner outside the shoving elbows and struggling children. We'll have our reunion there, among the broken down boxes and second hand luggage.
And that's so much better than the way it used to be. Right?