Five years ago, as I left the office ahead of Memorial Day weekend, I exchanged holiday travel plans with a colleague in the elevator. He was heading out of town with his husband; they were going to Northern California for some wine tasting, but mostly to relax. âWhat about you?â he asked earnestly.
A montage of my own plans â flying to Montana to meet my husbandâs band midway through a US show run, after a gig in Missoula, and before their tour bus embarked for the Columbia River Gorge and a string of dates in Vancouver, Portland, San Francisco, and Los Angeles â ran through my head as I weighed my words carefully. âIâm meeting my husband. in the Pacific Northwest,â I finally responded. âHeâs been travelling for work.â