All the things I imagined — and a little more — were in place this morning when I went through security at Logan Airport here in Boston: I had to take my laptop out of its case (although I didn’t have to turn it on which I did in Charlottetown), remove my jacket, get scanned two or three times with the wand, and take my shoes off for inspection.

In addition I got patted down, my belt buckle examined, and my wallet was examined closely.

I have no problem with any of this: I’ll give up most any civil liberty you want to esnure safer skies.

Brother Johnny and I had a pleasant week at Yankee in southern New Hamphire, followed by a day of rest in Boston. I my usual pattern, I have arrived at thye airport about 2 hours too early, but this gives me lots of time to write and think and eat sushi, so it’s not all bad.

Looking oddly forward to arriving back on Island soil tonight.