Maybe the Travel Cliches Are True (Or, How I Found Myself on the Road)
I found it at the bottom of a shoebox.
Aug 31, 2018 · 8 min read
After eight years, the ink had faded so badly that it was barely legible. But there it was, finally — it wasn’t like I had been looking for it, but I was happy to find it again. March 27, 6:30 PM. Newark to Athens, Gate 42, Seat 38F. The boarding pass that got me on my first trip…


