I had a business trip to Florida as we were running up to deadline this week. I was bummed when I got to the airport and realized I had forgotten "Moll Flanders", which I'd checked out of the local library. I had work to do on the way out and writing my column planned for the flight back. In all honesty I wasn't looking forward to this prospect.

In addition to business travel last week, my little sister was scheduled to get married (worded on the safe side!) at my house on July 23. We had done a lot of work in the months leading up to the wedding, including making the groom's and groomsmen's vests and yarmulkes to coordinate. I was about to give up on making my dress as the matron of honor, which I still hadn't started as of this writing.

Flying Southwest, I was early in the cattle call and got to choose my seat as I was boarding. I wanted to be at the front to jump off as quickly as possible and head home to start this column. (I'm really not a procrastinator.) I sat in the aisle of the first row, which had more legroom too, next to an older couple. Before we even got taxiing down the runway, they shared with me that they were flying beyond Baltimore on to New York to celebrate their 60th wedding anniversary with their daughter and various family members. As we took off, I looked down and noticed they were holding hands. Imagine the life they've led!