The Luckiest Man on the Face of the Earth

My oldest son squirms and mopes in his economy class seat, flouncing like a 1920’s film starlet and sighing deeply enough to drive a small wind turbine. He’s bored. He’s been on this stinking plane for almost an hour, and he wants off. Some perspective: We’re on the second of two 1 1/2-hour hopscotch flights…