Paper Anniversary by Kim Davis“Why did you check your bag?” my father asks as we wait at the baggage claim carousel for my flight from Chicago to San Diego.
“They made me,” I tell him. “The overhead bins filled up before I boarded, so I had to check my bag at the gate.”
He shakes his head. “These freaking airlines. They let you bring a bag onto the flight and then they don’t give you enough space to store it. At least they didn’t charge you for the bag since they forced you to check it.” While he launches into a diatribe about how many millions of dollars the airline industry makes off of things like baggage fees and seat upgrades, I tune him out and try to concentrate on the real reason I’m in San Diego. Last summer, my father, Tim Wattley, married his long-time partner, Craig Pearson,
