I head back out to the airport this morning, after a couple of weeks at home. During my time here, I finished the biggest layer of a major writing project, re-wrote Hitchhikr, spent a little time in my favorite City, Asheville, with Brenda and my parents, and saw my daughter graduate from college — and move back home. I spent all of yesterday afternoon shopping for luggage, downsizing to comply with the airlines’ recent clampdown on carry-on bags. My 22 inch rollaboard, it seems, is actually 23 inches long, when you factor in the wheels. I understand the airlines frustrations as…