After arriving at SFO with no wallet and no ID, I finally made it to Baltimore, where I learned the fundraiser I’ll be attending on Saturday is a black tie affair.
Most of you are familiar with the five stages of grief. Many of you have no doubt experienced them. But I bet you haven’t experienced all five stages in five seconds or less. Unless of course, you choose to arrive at the airport 45 minutes before your flight with no identification. Like me. When I first realize I don’t have my wallet, I’m filled with a blast of pure, unadulterated denial. I’ve flown nearly two million miles in my life, and I’ve never once forgotten my ID. Not once. It’s always there in my back pocket. ALWAYS. So when it’s Read More