Memories of Heathrow

I don't like planes and anything that reminds me of planes, including airports. And when I do need to go to an airport, to receive or say goodbye to someone, I'm always thankful it wasn't me who has just been on a plane or is about to get on one :)

In the picture below, I am saying goodbye to my son Bashir (yes, the one with long red hair) who was about to return to St. Paul after visiting me for a few weeks and spending all my money on vintage clothes :)