A case for travel: The rain slicker files | Off the Cuff
Last updated 5/1/2019 at Noon
It was April 17. I had just celebrated my 50th birthday. Now I was on a plane to London. Suddenly it occurred to me that I left my rain slicker at the airport.
My mind raced.
“Drat, did I leave it on the chair? Did I drop it? Was it hanging on the bathroom door?”
The zip-front knit navy cardigan I had on would have to fit the bill until I could at least obtain a pocket umbrella. Thankfully, I was wearing my favorite black pants, my trusted friend that had traveled with me to all corners of the globe ... numerous times.
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