There were lots more interesting things to see, but last night when we arrived at Boston Logan, this was what I chose to photograph. A crappy airport arrivals pickup lane – yeah. Because a crew team arrived carrying their long oars, walking like Odysseus with them over their shoulders. They had protective cardboard covers over the paddle end. The funny thing was when they met their ride, the mini-van was a lot shorter than the oars… but they coped with it by angling the oars out the front window slightly. Then a few minutes after the crew team left, a…
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We’re off on vacation soon, and part of the time we’ll be in Maine. I don’t know if I’ll make it to church on Pentecost: I’m hoping we’ll be somewhere that I can slip off for a little church lady fix and David finds someplace to hang out for an hour or so. I started to laugh as I linked to this page, but the more I read this prayer over, the more I’m won over by its whimsy. Although I’ll pass on the pine needles and new-mown hay in my chowder, thanks, the other things sound quite all right.…