It was the butt-crack of dawn at the DFW airport. My husband and I were at luggage check-in, surrounded by four large drum cases, a duct-taped box, an oversized duffel bag and a few carry-ons – all the belongings we took when we left Texas for a year in Brazil.
My husband had practice-packed, a concept I still wonder whether or not he invented. Literally, he packed all our drums, music equipment and clothes in cases, boxes and bags a month before our flight to see how he could make them fit best. United had a 50 lbs policy – that’s the limit before you got hit with some hefty luggage fees.