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Even on my eight-week-old’s potentially noisy first flight, fellow passengers thrill to the wonder of him

‘How old is he?’ asked the woman to my right as we took our seats on the plane. I don’t find flying too stressful but today was proving an exception. The worst I usually get is a little bit of Altitude-Adjusted Lachrymosity, a speculative condition in which some combination of cabin pressure or recycled air results in my becoming overly sentimental if I spend the flight watching movies about...

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