Well, here I am at Logan Airport's Terminal C (which Google mislabeled as "D" stay your hand, Brother/Sister, I've written them about it), waiting for the boarding call and availing myself of the Logan Wi-Fi service to write up this morning's thoughts
What's that you say, B/S? You think I'm foolish? Impetuous? Just because I accepted a one-way plane ticket to Lima from a set of mysterious limousine kidnappers?
One way, Phutatorius? ONE WAY?
Oh. Yes, right. I did forget to mention that the ticket was paid for the flight down only. That doesn't mean I'll be murdered or held for ransom once I'm down there. It only means I have an open-ended return date and that my shady sponsors may not spot me for the flight back to Boston.
But no matter. I've sequestered $500 into savings for just that eventuality, and I can pay my own way home.
Look, Brother/Sister you can say what you want, but the last time an anonymous benefactor booked me on a one-way international flight, I totally ended up hooking up with Philippine President Gloria Arroyo, and she was fantastic. So I know what I'm doing here, and I can take care of myself.
Oops! They're calling all rows, so I'd better wrap this up. Now where did I put my boarding pass?
(More from Houston, if I get a minute. The layover looks to be kinda tight.)