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Having been away from my family for almost a week to help John and Kate move  and having received the commission to return with 8 fresh Maine lobster, I started feeling the pressure when it was time to leave. I knew I’d be in hot water if I didn’t.

Besides, as Brent put it, it’s tradition for our family to bring strange things by plane. On the visit that would determine his future love, my brother brought over two bricks of American cheese and four crunchy bags of cereal, denuded of their protective cardboard covering. TSA had fun with that one.

“My mom sent cereal for my sister,” he explained to passerby who wondered why my brother was crunching with each step.

Of course, for my brother’s wedding a few months later, my nearly 80-year-old parents lugged 70 pounds of short beef ribs with them from Los Angeles.

Now it was my turn to carry on the tradition, no pun intended.

It turns out that it’s really easy to transport lobster from Maine to Ohio by plane, just as John assured me, time and time again, each time a little more annoyed.

This is one of the times when I knew that John had married the right girl.  Kate said, “Yeah, just put them in a crate and tell them they’re your pet lobsters. This one is named Yummy…”

That pretty much described all the softshell lobsters we got from Young’s Lobster Pound, sure to have lobster any time of year and experts at packing them for air travel. Because I flew JetBlue, I not only got free TV and XM radio, I also got to check in my seafood container without charge. JetBlue – where lobsters fly free.

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