Logan in the morning

Since I’m going to be here a few more minutes, some notes about the experience flying out of Logan, which I’ve complained about bitterly at times: it’s not that bad, provided you are flying out at the beginning of the week and that you leave enough time before your flight is scheduled to depart.

Heresy, I know. But unlike an airport like O’Hare, which is never quiet and about as far from relaxed as you can get, it’s a small enough airport that you can catch your breath, even find a power outlet, without much trouble. It’s also big enough to have the basics: Starbucks, Dunkin, a really good shoe shine stand, and wifi—and while Massport’s monopoly in this area is somewhat controversial, I feel a lot better about it now that my money is going directly to Boingo (I finally gave in and bought a monthly subscription, and boy am I using it). It’s also better wifi than in O’Hare, where I almost always have trouble connecting for one reason or another.

The most quietly pleasant thing about the airport, I think, is sitting at a seat near a lot of windows, say near gate C-18, from around 6 am to 6:30 and watching the skies start to brighten as the airplanes glide by on the tarmac past the gates.