Killjoy to the Young Summer Flyer

If you’re a globe trotter between the ages of post-secondary education and forty, I’m watching you. I’m watching because I remember how it felt to flit and fly like a pro, drinking beer at airport bars all over hell’s half acre while maintaining good posture and toting a shoulder strap with three zippers. I can even tell you what those zippers contain.

In the first zipper is your passport and boarding passes. In the second is money and plastic which counts for money, and in the third are items for nervous proclivities: gum, cigarettes, smelling salts. In my day there was…