What country am I in, again?

Why I no longer want my son to fly

We have a family wedding in New York to attend later this month. Logic would tell us to fly. It’s faster. Less time off work. Fewer days away from the dogs and the routines that tether our lives to something manageable. We’re busy—like everyone is busy—and flying is the clean, efficient, adult decision.

But we’re renting a car and driving. Thirteen hundr…