Bambi

in my driveway, on the way back from dropping mom off at the airport. She’s now four hours into a 7.5 hr flight. Then a 2-hr connection in Frankfort for a short flight to her home airport. That’s the part that always has me a bit nervous. I ordered a wheelchair to get her to her second flight (not because she couldn’t walk the distance but because she gets a bit confused and stressed in unfamiliar places… Fingers crossed…