Here it is, the city of Buffalo, where several of my close friends once lived, but have taken root elsewhere. It has been more than awhile since visiting any of them, and it may be even longer. I am ready to go, Amtrak to Boston takes fifteen hours no lie, for $115 each way. That is a hella long time sitting on your arse--I did it once before and swore not to do it again.

I drove to Boston once and since driving is fun for me, the eight hours it took to get there was worth the 2005 price of $168 for gas one way. There was beautiful scenery, and to get there is one straight drive on the thruway right into Beantown. My complaint about Boston is that There Aren't Any Street Signs, so you don't know where you're at, and by this time it was dark. I was able to call my friend who directed me right to his apartment, you wouldn't believe how many times I drove over this huge bridge.

Flying is my second favorite travel option after driving, the sensation of being lifted up and taken through a navigable medium is my idea of a good time. The Greyhound bus lines, however, are the cheapest at $155 round trip to Boston. Plus boarding two of the cats. Plus additional pet sitting. Plus food and whatever. Plus my teaching contract may not be renewed, I will know by August 31. Ahh! Do I go or do I stay??

I haven't been on a trip in two years. Damn those gas prices, or I'd hop in the car and go. I am going to go figure some things out on paper. I'll be up for awhile, you go on ahead. Love to all.