Crescent moon rises at Boston Logan, Terminal C, Gate 12. Three inches of new snow made a messy drive to the bus station. Security is grouchy at 5:30 AM. Today, for some reason, I wore hat, belt, boots, coats, all requiring removal before the naughty full-body scanner. But I'm through the gauntlet and wait for boarding.
Off we go!
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