rob.nester

Remember when you were younger, in elementary school for example, and you had that friend who was moving just far enough away to result in their attending a different school?

Remember how it was as though they were moving half-way across the country?

Well today two of my favorite folks in Boston are moving, almost half-way across the country as it were, to go to a new school.

It's "a liitle good, a little bad" in that I wish them the best with new endeavors, but will miss their company. When you're in a relationship as I am, it's rare that you meet another couple with whom either of you could be friends with either of them; usually there's always an "odd man out".

Such is not the case with these friends. Jason and Devon, we'll miss you guys. Keep in touch.

It's 5am, why am I awake? I'm sitting in Logan airport waiting on a plane to go to Florida where it is supposed to be forty-five degrees warmer than it will be in Boston.

A week of vacation serves as a prelude to my finally going permanent at my job; an event that will make me very happy.

I think that there should be two rules regarding airports:
1. Go ahead and give your children Benadryl. We don't want to hear your children at 5am. I don't care how cute they may be, it's far too early and I've not had enough coffee to deal with adults, let alone children.
2. Dear Preppy White Chick, don't seem surprised that airport security shows alarm when they discover the taser in your carry-on. Be glad that they didn't tackle you and leave you hog-tied in the "waiting area". Oh, and don't seem shocked when they inform you that it is a "deadly weapon".
3. Bringing a small yappy dog to the airport is ok. However, if you choose to do this, please realize that your fellow passengers do reserve the right to feed it any and all prescription medication they can find. Oh, and it us acceptable to kick you repeatedly for your decision.
4. I don't want to hear you rap while we are waiting on the flight to board. It has nothing to do with the fact that I'm White, or that I'm not a huge rap fan. It gas to do with the fact that you're rhythm sucks and your voice sounds like shit.

I'll post more during this trip, so until then, take care.

• I can navigate public transit. This is vital considering my van has been put out to pasture, or "it's gone to live with a nice family who has a farm" as I am fond to say. Also, I wouldn't want to have to drive with the folks up here. Is it just me or does it seem to follow that in a Train Vs. Car battle the train always wins? If so, why do Boston drivers attempt to cut off the T on a near daily basis.
• You can talk to someone on said means of public transit without coming off as creepy. Thank god, seeing as I'm too outgoing to be a wallflower. Today I met a screen writer on the way back to Clevland Circle who told me she started out writing a sad script only to discover that the characters kept cracking jokes. I thought it sounded wonderful.
• Guitar Center is now known as "Happy Funtime Land" in my book. Is it bad that I spent two hours in there yesterday?
• On any given day there is something to do here which is either: a) free, or b) very cheap. I took the C line to Copley Plaza, came up from the station and more or less walked into a concert on the square sponsored by 92.9 WBOS.
• Free newspapers (The Phoenix, The Dig) are often more interesting than the ones you buy (Boston Globe, Boston Herald)
• Baratunde Thurston is one of the more humorous writers I've read in a long while. Go read his stuff at his website or on Huffington Post
• You see signs you'd rarely, if ever, see in the South. Ones such as the one pictured here would rarely elicit more than a smattering of honks. This one, a block from Copley Plaza cause a near cacophony of horns as afternoon traffic whizzed by.