SF to Boston for Mom's 80th Birthday: Home at last ...

I know this super highway
This bright familiar sun
I guess that I'm the lucky one
Who wrote that tired sea song
Set on this peaceful shore
You think you've heard this one before
Well the danger on the rocks is surely past
Still I remain tied to the mast
Could it be that I have found my home at last
Home at last

~ Steely Dan

As reported earlier, the limo ride to the airport almost came to an abrupt halt less than a mile into the ride. The limo was heading down Union Ave in Sudbury, preparing to make a left turn onto Route 20. We were driving in the left-turn lane approaching the traffic light and there was a truck stopped in traffic in the right lane when this knucklehead pulls out of the gas station in front of the truck and turns left into our lane heading right at us and never stops. The limo driver had to swerve out of our lane into oncoming traffic to avoid this guy who missed by inches taking out the right rear passenger side of the car, like where I was sitting. Damn those Massachusetts drivers.

Anyway, home at last in sunny and warm California. A balmy 29 degrees outside.

This is the end of this blog,... until the next trip.

Thanks to Marcela and Paul for their hospitality, for organizing the event, and for letting me stay in their home. Thanks also to Laura and the Comerys for the night's lodging in Attleboro, Medfield, and Little Compton. A very special thanks to Paul who, after not seeing me for 10 years, tosses me the keys to his brand new 300 horsepower BMW 335i and says "Go nuts".

Here are few parting shots that didn't make it into previous posts: