Halfway There

Miles of people, droves of them, hustling off to their appointed gates with seventeen suitcases strapped to themselves like horses getting ready for a long hike in the mountains. All of them scowling, wrinkling their brows. Hoping to get to where they want to go, and with all seventeen suitcases they came with. Me? I only had two bags, but one of them was large enough to be a body bag. Beside me was my brother, a semi-tall 16-year old, not the typical jock build, with lean shoulders and chicken legs.
As we made our way past the ticket counter the automatic doors whooshed open, nearly sweep…