Let's Blow This Popsicle Stand!

Thirteen months after my last vacation, and after 2+ years of unparalleled intensity, it's time to decompress.

O’HARE AIRPORT—I’m on a layover en route to Bentonville, Arkansas, with my older sons in front of me looking at my other laptop. At ages 7.5 and 5.5, they’re not writing on their own Substack (I don’t think), but watching Netflix. It’s been a joy to watch them blossom into more-and-more self-sufficient little travelers, as it is all parents’ pride to se…