Step Up, Don't Step Down

At one time in the history of my family-of-origin, there was a dark period. My mother referred to it as “step up don’t step down.”

Lost and Found in Paris

So yesterday I told you I lost my wallet in Paris. 

That got me thinking about “lost."

In the movie “Midnight in Paris,” the hero, Gil got lost one night while …

What? You haven’t seen Midnight in Paris. It’s a must. A classic. Like Annie Hall. Come to think of it, I saw Annie Hall recently, and it wasn't as good as it used to be. They must have cut some stuff out for Netflix. Come to think of it, Root Beer Barrels, Roy Orbison and Bell-bottom pants aren’t as good as they once seemed either. But Midnight in Paris will survive the test of time. I’m sure of it. I’d bet all my Polaroid stocks on it.

Anyway, Gil wandered the streets of Paris aimlessly until he rested on the steps of a church in a deserted neighborhood. 

Lost in Paris

Friday night I took the redeye to Paris.

I thought I had everything covered. Got a seat next to the window so I could sleep up against the bulkhead, exit row for more legroom. 

“Sure, I’d be happy to assist in an emergency. Everyone follow me.” 

Carry-ons were in the overhead compartment instead of cramping my feet. Even had my super pillow with the wrap-around flap that won’t slip and fall on the floor during the night.

I thought things would be just fine.