Five years ago, I started to stop staying the word but, mostly replacing it with the word and.
I was bumped from my flight home, then missed my connection in Seattle where I had to stay the night. I still have the t-shirt I picked up from a store at McCarran–I needed something clean to sleep in.
While I won't ever consider myself an artist, my father is. And I have to think all that artsy stuff rubbed off on us.
As I turned around to make the 15-minute walk home, it all set in. Things would be different.