I hate Logan

Ye Gods, they went and changed the signs at Logan again. I was there. Right in Logan. But I took a zig when I shoulda taken a zag. Suddenly I was whooshed right out of the airport and into the Sumner tunnel. Crap. So I kept going and finally landed in Boston by the Schrafft Center. When I stopped at a red light there was a taxi driver next to me. I motioned for him to roll down his window and asked him which direction I should go to get closer to the airport. His English was about as good as my Creole, so he pointed and I figured out a way to turn around. Basically a U-Turn in the middle of the street. Finally saw a sign for Revere Beach and turned there. Somewhere in Revere I stopped at a little take out restaurant. The guys on duty said I was really close. But instead of going back to the traffic circle, I should take the short cut and one drew me a map. Just go to the end of the longish street, turn right, go a half mile, and turn left onto 1A under the bridge. Excellent directions.

Suddenly I was back at the airport. And did the same damned thing again. But this time, I didn’t end up exiting the airport. A sheer bit of dumb luck and I found myself at the right arrival terminal rather than the departure terminal. In all, it only took me two hours and I was a half an hour late. But, it all worked out in the end.

I hate Logan.