Where did this come from? Was it from the movies? Maybe. Was it Detroit’s automobile-obsessed grip on me that made me love this so? There are so many commercials that end this way. Who cares. To this day, I get chills even thinking of it. It’s so perfect.

For in the mere seconds that followed, there would be a problem with our tickets to Boston, rerouting us to Gandi International Airport in India, and a missed connector rail separating my (still-earbudded) son from myself.