Tuesday September 18th, Still Boston

Homeward Bound. Took the Marys to the Airport to catch their flight. We headed off to do one last thing.

Mary called to warn us about the weather. They were rebooked on an earlier flight because of it. Hotel Jose warned us that Boston airport shuts down with the first raindrop. I hoped they would.

We went in search of the MIT Museum to prove that we could handle Boston traffic. Our GPS lead us around in circles until by some miracle we found it AND a vacant parking meter right next to the front door.

The gift shop was closed, darn it, because I wanted a MIT shirt - the closest I would ever get to being a MIT student. We traded our coupons for a free visit. After a few minutes we realized we could easily have spent hours (maybe days) there, but actually we only had one (hour not day).

Bernice Abbott’s photography exhibit was my favorite. She illustrated her theory about the connection between photography and science. This photo is a slow motion photo of a bouncing ball. Actually this is on the outside of the MIT museum. The real picture is in that room I mentioned.

This is the real Bernice in a photo taken by Hank O'Neal 11/18/1979.

Fascinated by the hologram room. Especially the one of Queen Elizabeth wearing King George IV crown during her 62nd birthday celebration. And the robots, And the story about the glacier research that I didn't get a chance to look at....and..and..and...

Sadly we were out of time. We had to leave Bernice and her contemporaries with much unseen and unread.

The kind lady at the front desk OFFERED (another miracle!) to give us quarters to keep our parking spot while we walked a block and a half to the Miracle of Science café. I absolutely loved it! I seem to be saying that a lot. Menu modeled after the periodic table (can be seen in the back of the photo above), fare was generally healthy, customers seemed to be students and professors, atmosphere electric.

With a couple of hours before takeoff we headed for Logan Airport. A few drops landed on the car window, but it didn’t seem to be too bad. Darn it. Dropped the car at Alamo and a stalwart Terry got the bus driver to let us on the overfull bus by staring him down as he closed the door and prepared to depart.

Our upgrades did NOT come through so we sulked (not really - only I sulked) in the emergency exit row, luckily on the far side of the plane, since passengers were entering through that door and the two assigned seating opposite us had to stand at the back of first class watching the rest of the passengers board and the first class passengers get their before-flight-snacks. If I sound jealous it's because I was.

The plane was about 40 minutes late taking off and seemingly overbooked. I thought the people would never stop boarding with their suitcases and chicken coops (not really, but it seemed like they had a little of everything. Could have been a chicken coop in there).

The pilot warned us it might be turbulent for a while. Aside from a few knee-grabbing moments (me grabbing Terry's knee), it wasn’t bad. Sons Nick and Jon greeting us at DFW's baggage claim.

Stopped by Subway on the way home for the traditional thank-you-for-remembering-to-come-and-get-us-dinner, then off to unpack, wash clothes, repack. Actually Terry washed clothes all night. I slept like I had not seen a bed in months.

What seemed like a good idea when we planned it seemed a little excessive now…we were driving to Hot Springs Village the next day to see Brother John and Wife Lila. I had hoped they could cruise with us this time, but it didn't work out. Since we were married at the same time during the same ceremony we like to celebrate together too.

Are we nuts or what?