Airpork

I am not here BTW. Still trying to sort out uploading pics on the iPad

That's what my sweetie baby niece, Helen used to call the airport. You know, back when she was short. And wore diapers. And didn't yet know that gorgonzola and Malbec are foods of the gods. She does now, of course.

In any case, the airport is where Jen and I are now. In Terminal E.  Which has all beauty and conveniences of a bus station in Bucksnort, Arkansas. Honest and true -- there's really a town by that name AND Terminal E at Logan Airport in Boston rivals their transportation hub for charm, cuisine and general ambience.

oh yeah.