Newly divorced, my mom decided to send me and my brother to Wichita, KS to spend the summer with our family friends, who had also immigrated to the U.S.  I was 12 and my brother was 16. I thought for sure we’d get lost or miss our connecting flights.  Airports are marvelous and bewildering places. Luckily, my brother has more wits about him than I gave him credit for, and he got us to where we needed to be. He’d actually work for Delta Airlines once we got back from our extended vacation.

How hot is it in Kansas in the summer, Ichiro?