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Rough Days for a Gentil Knight
The Radio weblog of Oblivious Allan Baruz.
“He was a verray parfit gentil knight.” —Chaucer
        

Friday 28 June 2002

Boston: and back again.

This has been one of the worst trips I’ve ever been on.

Yesternight my flight was delayed four hours. The lounge crew kept teasing us with promises that new information would be forthcoming any second now, and not to leave the area in case new information did arrive. All that happened was that we watched the departure time get later and later throughout the night. I managed to nip out before seven to pick up a steak in one of the other wings of terminal C.

The flight was only a few minutes, not even an hour.

The only good thing about this trip was that we got in at 12:20, which meant the Big Dig was empty. Even so, it took the cab ten minutes to get past the last of the construction area. This ten minutes translated to just under thirteen dollars cab fare. Feh.

A night at the Boston Back Bay Hilton. I checked into my room at one. Finally!

I don’t remember much about the place, having stayed there a total of eight hours or 268 dollars.

The maitresse d’ of the hotel took my check as my waitress had disappeared. She short-changed me by ten dollars but I did not notice until lunch time. $6.30. $5.50.

I had problems setting up but I got it to work before I left at 5:15.

My flight out of Logan was canceled. Continental routed me to a Delta shuttle to LaGuardia. LaGuardia! The Delta people took care of me with a purple priority ticket. There was no food and no facilities at the gate, so I asked the security staff if there were a restaurant. One of them told me to walk back and to the right would be a Chia’s. It turned out to be Cheers, a television show knockoff bar. Food. The 6:30 cancelled. The 7:30. The 8:30. The 9:30, thank the Heavens, was a go. I went.

In the lounge, a Jewish woman was worrying about whether or not she could catch the plane. Her ticket had a second-level priority. She had come in to see her grandson’s bris. Her daughter and son-in-law named the boy after her late husband. I believe she eventually got on.

Shuttle bus to midtown Manhattan. $10. Shuttle train to Port Authority closed. $7. Subway 1 down to Penn. $1.50. Penn for ticket to metropark. $10.
9:36:28 PM    comment []


Home again, home again, jiggety jig.

Details later.
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