In which Buzz drops Jerry off at the curb for departures
There'd been another bomb scare so I couldn't go into the airport. I was glad. Jerry tried to hug me and say good-bye at the curb but I stepped back and said, "This is a NO STANDING zone."
I could see him, through the rearview, standing in the sleet waving his hat, his comb-over in one asymmetric strand plastered to the side of his face. It made me sad to see him standing there, old man in the rain. I'd never see him again. "Good-bye," I said when I could no longer see him, though I was sure he was still there in the sleet, his luggage icing over, waving for as long as he could see my tail lights disappearing into the cold wet night.