Prairie Fare

“Julie was last seen in Gate F-4,” I texted to my husband at 1 a.m. I began walking across the airport as the crowds thinned and the final flights arrived. “Julie was last seen in Gate C-14,” I texted my husband at 2 a.m. He was probably quite confused when those messages arrived. I was informing him just in case I ended up on an episode of “Whatever happ...