I'm not sure which airport this was: Either we were flying home from New York out of Laguardia, or my grandparents were flying home from Chicago out of O'Hare or Midway. We usually flew to New York for Christmas when I was that age, so, based on our cold weather clothing, I'm guessing it was Laguardia, just after New Year's, 1976.
I love how patiently my grandfather held out his hand, as I pulled rocks out of the decor and handed them to him. This likely went on for a ridiculously long time, lol, but he never got impatient with me. He was so kind. I always felt so safe with him.
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