<p>JUST returned this evening! </p>
<p>What a wonderful time. I had the CC parrot perched helpfully on my shoulder throughout this trip.</p>
<p>As predicted by CC posters above:</p>
<p>Car rental was a non-starter due to kids being under age 25 (legal but financially prohibitive before age 25). Limo costs were as described, and we checked some out but I managed to convince my strong-minded Mom that I’d be better able to manage the situation in the event of flight delays, and at least could visit with them meanwhile. </p>
<p>Cell-phone wait area was an ideal place to wait for the plane (Teriwtt, 2008), especially after I printed out that map of the terminal (ibid). The written directions there guided me very well.</p>
<p>I left NH an extra hour early (thanks, My-3-sons) because indeed there was a wintery mix (ibid). In NH itself, they beat their own 124-year-record that day for snowfall, with an additional 6" of new snow that morning. What luck! So I left an extra hour early (2:30 pm) to meet a plane that would land 5:20 at Logan, originating from LaGuardia (NYC). </p>
<p>Fortunately, by the time I got to the Mass border, the NH snow had became Massachusetts rain, a miracle of physics.</p>
<p>Positioned at the cell-phone waiting lot ("You may stay 30 minutes; engines on only 5 min max) near a hotel (Marriott, I think), my cellphone rang. The two were on the plane, still taxi-ing in NYC, but only for one hour. “Boston wasn’t ready to receive…” so they just sat and chilled. I hoped they wouldn’t be returned to the terminal, and was overjoyed when the plane actually took off just an hour late.
The landing was normal.</p>
<p>So this gave me a moment to stop into that hotel, see its beautiful restaurant overlooking the Hahbah, got some food (knowing I’d miss the dinner, not minding) and having learned my smart kids ate in the Laguardia terminal already.</p>
<p>Picked them up happily at 6:20 p.m. We opened the trunk to find my Mom had not only two tires, but two beach chairs there, so we were ready for all possibilities. By 6:20, the very worst of the rush hour traffic had cleared and we had many good choices (Rileydog, 2008). </p>
<p>Had been listening to traffic reports on WBZ (Chedva, 2008), and therefore knew I’d be slightly better off using the tunnel and leaving the magnificent alternative of Route 1 (dmd77, DeniseC) for another day. I felt like a real insider listening to that stuff for an hour, “traffic on the 3’s…” Many years ago, I’d lived in Belmont and then on Cape Cod, so I could recognize street names. This phrase, “on the brakes through Braintree” didn’t register until I figured they meant stop-and-go traffic. </p>
<p>We had GREAT LUCK and got to the Concord NH temple 8 minutes before the service began (at 8:00 p.m.). We scarfed down the leftover lasagna and managed to avoid entering the sanctuary during the hymn welcoming the Sabbath Bride. That’d be too much. Still, we settled in within the first 5 minutes of the service.</p>
<p>Unbelievably, the next day I had to drive my D roundtrip on Sat. afternoon from Concord NH to Providence, RI because she had to work that very night.
So I got to use all this good advice again on a clear, bright sunny day.</p>
<p>On the way back from RI, coming up on I-95 to I-93 all the way through downtown Boston (south to north), I emerged from the tunnel and gasped at your beautiful new bridge. There’s currently discussion of a similar bridge in our region, to go between Buffalo and Canada, alongside our old Peace Bridge. For me, it was especially interesting to see such a structure in place. I found it very uplifting, although I’m guessing it’s got a mixed reaction in the Boston area. I found it beautiful and thrilling, but of course I was in a fabulous mood. </p>
<p>I did get the Wildwoman-Mom award for the weekend, but just kept holding my own that this was the way these busy kids could participate in the extended family weekend. I loved every car minute with them, and they said they had a GREAT time being with extended family. </p>
<p>Other nutty things happened, which is par for the course in these lifecycle gatherings, but in general it was a beautiful, beautiful time. My niece was extremely well prepared and had a meaningful experience, plus a friend-party in the evening at the family home. My H gave a special address to her as an added sermon and was dubbed “Uncle Rabbi” forever. So sweet. </p>
<p>Thank you, posters, for helping me with this journey. I absolutely could not have had the chutzpah to pull this one off alone.</p>