37 Hours in Boston
<p>The jetBlue redeye from Portland disgorged me into the terminal of Boston’s Logan International Airport at 7:00 on a Sunday morning. I flew east to attend two days of a conference, sacrificing half of a weekend at home in the process. People who think business travel is all glamour have never taken a cross country redeye on a weekend for the purpose of your job. With as much as I travel for work, I value my weekends at home like gold bullion so it is always painful to get on a plane for work between Friday and Monday.</p>
<p>I hadn’t been to Boston since, I believe, 1997 when I came here on a high school trip to the east coast. My memories of Beantown have gotten a bit hazy over the preceding 26 years, but my general recollection is it was cold (I visited in March) with a ton of history. Deep, I know.</p>
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