6 June 2006 I am on the plane with my two children, for hours upon hours. The flight is so long; we have to change planes and then drive another 100 miles from the airport to my parents' house. I watch Brokeback Mountain three times during the flight; by the second and third showings, I only watch the sex and kissing scenes, and the scene where Ennis finds his shirt wrapped inside Jack's. In the dimness of the plane, with all the windowscreens shut, I cry. Three times. The kids, engrossed in Cartoon Network, scarcely notice.
