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
“Nothing.”
“I know.”
He turned the tag over.
“Maybe it’s not part of the estate.”
I looked at him.
That possibility stayed between us longer than it should have.
At 9:30, David walked me through the public airline’s main office beneath framed photographs of Henry beside aircraft he’d owned over the years.
“The northern operation was always an airline project,” he said.