WE’VE SAID THIS A MILLION TIMES: Always hate leaving Michigan. Not the sand dunes, woods or heavily-fleece-jacketed locals, but mom and dad specifically. Damn. We hopped a couple flights back to Michigan, and were lucky enough to have an empty seat between Leigh and I on the ‘Chicago-to-Portland’ long leg. That was awesome. Bonus breathing room for a large man in a small seat.