10Sharon decided to accompany me to the airport to meet my father and his bride, Catherine. Arrival imminent at Pearson International Airport at 2:15 p.m. on Saturday afternoon. They flew Alitalia airlines. Surprised I was because this rendez-vous cut into her personal training time. But Sharon insisted we take the Navigator, the flying ship on wheels, she wanted them to ride in luxury and assumed they'd have plenty of luggage. She told the boys they couldn't come because there wouldn't be room for them. Nathan had stared at her in disbelief.
“In that boat? There's room enough for a tribe of Bushmen, a punk band, all of their equipment and the LA Lakers combined.”
“Nevertheless,” Sharon had sniffed. “Find something else to do.”
Sean wasn't put off in the least. “Here Mom, can I have 5 b
