My Sons Laughed at the Faded Alaska Baggage Tag My Husband Left Me—Then It Led to a Fleet They Were Trying to Sell for $2.7 Million
I forgot.
Sarah didn’t.
Henry didn’t.
Michael didn’t completely.
And when the family finally tried to convert that forgotten structure into a sale, one faded baggage tag forced us to remember what the aircraft were for.
Not to make the biggest number possible.
Not to create a prettier estate inventory.
Not to prove which child mattered most.