Sheesh, it's a long trip from Orange County, to LAX airport, to Boston's Logan International airport, to my daughter's place!
Especially, by the way, when you have an insane taxi driver who can't speak, communicates in evil grunts, and drives his cab with all the windows down (brrrr!!) at night – hoping you don't notice the overpowering smell of URINE in his cab.
I just got here, so here's a photo from last time I visited Boston:
I'll have more for you soon!
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