I arrive in Massachusetts

Easy trip-nothing of interest to report which is a good thing.  No irritating folks that I remember still today.

Tom Tom Lady got me to the first hotel.  I didn't get dinner with my friend who came down with the flu and flew out early.  I told her I loved her for not breathing on me and we'd get together after the holidays

My first experiment involved closing the black out curtains and seeing what time I would awaken with no alarm or birds or dogs.  I woke up at 10-9 my time.  I fully expected noon because I was tired from the trip.

My next experiment involved seeing what I would do next-brew some coffee (Starbucks via)-and sketched for two hours  Cartoons.  Go figure.

I dressed and while I was in the truck thinking about what to do next, Tom Tom Lady began to speak.  So, I followed her directions and ended up in the Salem town square.  I think she was trying to get me to Starbucks, but she doesn't realize I don't parallel park jeeps, so I left the jeep in the square, plotted our coordinates and took off on foot-to Starbucks.

I needed to touch base with some people I'm meeting tomorrow, and eat.  I bypassed several lobster roll places following Tom Tom Lady-but I know where they are.

When we got near the square I started salivating.  Literally.  The houses reminded me of Philadelphia, which reminded me of Roast Beef at the pub in Conshohaken.  I don't think about food 24/7 really, but when I'm hungry, I have a really good memory for it.

Instead I picked the egg salad off a sandwich at Starbucks.  Lapband protocol calls for not ordering chewy meat when one is overly hungry.  So, I'll take the edge off and then when I get slightly hungry go for something incredibly awesome.

I followed an elderly lady AGAINST the don't walk sign to arrive at the Starbuck's.  I figured no one would hit an elderly woman, and she raised her hand and seemed to know what to do.  In Dallas, you don't put a toe in the street until the sign says you can, and then you run like hell.  I remember that here in the East, folks respect pedestrians, but I won't chance it without a senior citizen or a child for blockage.

Not doing a Thirteen today.  Can't quite work up the discipline required.  I'm on vacation.

Oh-not a Thursday thing-but KMA American airlines.  If you can't pick up your own carry on-you have to check it.  What a crock of shit.  Clearly this is discrimination against people like ME with no upper body strength, and short people.  I brought extra books instead of the nikon, cause I could toss the books if I had to.  So, not only does it have to fit-I'm cool with that-but you have to have the strength to lift it.  Bastards.