Earlier this week, I was up near Boston for a few meetings. Traveling for business is a thing that I am used to after 40+ years. I don’t travel nearly as much as I did in the early 80s, and travel isn’t as unpleasant as it was back then. Well, I should say travelling to Boston isn’t as unpleasant as it was back then. That’s because I drive to Boston. Air travel, which seemed arduous in the 80s, has degraded beyond my ability to describe.
Travel problems today seem too silly to complain about. An alarm clock with an obnoxious glowing button that lights up more than half the room. A TV remote that seems incapable of landing on an even number for volume – who wants to set the volume at 13? A sliding glass door to the bathroom that doubles as an exercise routine, and then there’s the in-room coffee supplies – “We Proudly Serve” wrapped around the implied circle showcasing the green Siren. Did you know Starbucks was named for the mate in Moby Dick? Reason enough not to like it (he says, knowing there are a few Moby Dick fans among the regular readers – sorry ladies, no offense intended).
Anyway, the alarm clock can be muted with a folded washcloth. The volume can be set without looking at the number, the door can – well, exercise is good for you. And, as I texted my wife:
“I am so glad to have Dunkin Donut K-cups and a box of Mini-Moos.”
That was my way of saying thinks. The Editor thinks of these things way before I get around to packing for a trip. Left on my own, a trip to Boston would involve a stop at the grocery store.
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