Return from Cape Cod

Our house on the left, malbor’s on the right.

Our flight originally was supposed to leave Boston’s Logan airport around 4:30 PM; that changed to 5:30.

We took a leisurely breakfast at the Inn, said our goodbyes, and headed out. We stopped in Braintree, not sure where to really stop. That was not the greatest idea. We didn’t even stop there. On my mind all the time was the Boston traffic and getting to the airport. There were times when we were at a standstill on the highway.

Our only sadness was not having been able to see good friends. Phil was our best man and good friend from grad school. I was the best man when Phil married Ed a few years ago. We quickly realized that given the traffic to and from the Cape, that perhaps it was too much to accomplish. We also suffered in not being able to connect with Nancy and Dominique, parents of several of my students now living in Duxbury, Massachusetts. I promised both couples to be back and make sure to have Boston time.

We got to the airport early and checked in. The good news is that the Boston airport has some of the best food around, Legal Sea Food being our stop. We had an amazing meal and I really enjoyed Boston Cream Pie, something I rarely find in Chicago but found routinely as part of the cuisine in Cleveland, Ohio, of all places.

I had neglected to mention that our one of our hosts, Pamela, originally from the UK, has two children who attended Ohio University. I was surprised that I didn’t have to explain OU to her and even more surprised that her kids went there.

Our time in the airport was pretty routine, other than a fire alarm which proved uneventful. I profited from killing off, pun intended, a Louise Penny novel and starting an amazing true story, Killers of the Flower Moon: The Osage Murders and the Birth of the FBI, by David Grann. OMG, that is a great read and one that will make you sick as you see how we treated Native Americans and others as we pushed west. I have already read half of it.

I used the local Taxi App for American Taxi for our return from the airport and it was a comedy of errors. It would have been easier to just call or initiate a new ride. This one was one I initiated at the end of our delivery ride to O’Hare. Our driver was utterly confused as I don’t believe he received our info and he arrived too early.

We arrive home before eight o’clock, everything in good order, thank you Diana and Mikey, the only thing out of order was that my car wouldn’t start. I went into the garage to look for something I had in it and found it totally dark and not responding to my fob. It was the battery. Our six year old battery installed by AAA was dying although I didn’t have to replace it. We did anyway as I would rather go into the Fall and Winter in this Chicago area with a fresh start, if you know what I mean. I love having them come to start the car and replace the battery, not necessitating a local garage visit.

Malbor was angry when the surveyor came to do his job as they moved his snow marker in the DMZ area. I can only imagine how he will react when he finds out the new fence will not be in some of the previous areas as we see no reason to fence off the area between our homes and driveways. We are only doing the back yard. Our houses are pretty much the same model of bi-level, the only difference being the windows on front (ours were a different type and then we changed to a bay window).

It rained all night and the pond is overflowing and still not clear. It got unclear after a major rain before we had left. I am hopeful that our additional stone deposit on the other side of the pond will keep the water clearer.

I miss Cape Cod!

About Richard Koerner

Sixty something, father, papi, educator, organizer, Francophile, traveler, amateur photographer, gardener, cyclist, kayaker, calligrapher, cinephile, reader, and overall renaissance type human being.
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