Boston Logan. The antiseptic order and security of the airport. I am already in the vessel. So many people and hardly anybody looks really happy. I found the card I bought and stamped for Kate in my backpack. went looking for a mailbox. Oops. All downstairs and I have already passed through security ( in my typical goombah fashion ). So I went into the bookstore and asked the clerk if she could mail it. No problem. This is like my dream last worked with Marc where I was afraid to leave my bicycle on the strange street where all the other bikes were so heavily locked. The third way is to ask for help. I think I'm there. In turn I helped a young man from Peru looking for the right bus to the airport. A nice, if brief connection and conversation.
I said goodbye to Vanessa, just barely awake from her nap. The little shitzu Milo happily asleep next to her on the couch. Her favorite TV show is one where they rescue dogs that have been abused. Very sweet and a side of her I did not know from before.
Almost time to go.
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