Logan Airport

Let me start by saying how much I hate to fly. Granted I can count how many times I've been on a plane on one hand. However it goes to show that I would rather drive 300+ miles to and from school by myself than board a plane. Now onto security at Logan... One would think in our post 911 society that airport security would be tighter than you know what, then how come I made it past five(!) TSA personnel with a pair of scissors in my bag. My bags were not checked, I was not rudely felt up by the large and in charge TSA woman even though I was/am harboring a pair of fugitive scissors. Maybe they were more concerned about the nearing menopausal woman and her confidante behind me? Who am I to teach these people how to do their jobs? I will post a picture of the fugitive when I'm on my computer... can't figure out how to do it from my phone.

I you find yourself reading this and have not left me your address and would like a personal postcard please do so! I'm here to share my adventure with all of you! (hopefully I keep it real enough so you feel as though you are with me