Good Morning.

No overarching thing is leaping out at me this morning, beyond topics that I feel like I've written to death of late. Things have a certain...sameness these days, don't they?


But let's start on the campus of that august institution, Harvard Business School. This is "reunion weekend", and I had the pleasure of driving around generations of alumni yesterday. I was struck by the old-timers wearing their "60th anniversary" badges. A pretty calm and reserved group, and I noted to one particularly affable gentleman that they graduated that spring when I was getting ready to be born. You'd expect the conversation on the bus to be rather droll....but there was a lively debate at one point about how the country was dead, and a group with their resources considering moving to France....

Leaving those guys, I went on for a pickup at Logan Airport. The death cycle continues. While the Logan Express work I routinely do can be busy, last night I actually had time to wander in to the airport at poke around a bit. I found Boston's 9/11 memorial, which is an unfortunately boring and un-inspiring affair, tucked in the shadow of a parking lot. I contemplated going up to one of my old spotting locations atop the Terminal B parking garage...but I know security will rapidly appear and shoo you away. Can't be looking at airplanes now. But I was struck by how utterly deserted the airport was. 6pm on a Friday night, and terminals were quiet. Security is empty, and there were very few people coming or going.

What doesn't seem affected by anything, curiously, is roadwork. Biden's infrastructure bill seems to be having a lasting effect; there is literally no limit to the amount of roadwork that can be done in this Commonwealth. At midnight last night....it would have taken me an hour to get into the city from my dropoff location near where I live. Fortunately, I saw it on the way out so I wasn't caught, and wound up going around the work zone back to Boston by another route.

Finally....did you see the thought circulating on Bluesky after the Tang-Coloured Tyrant fell asleep in yet another meeting? (footage exists). A poster noted that it's not so much falling asleep, but when he is awake....there's nobody home. "Alzheimer Eyes" was the thought. My father-in-law chose that exit ramp....so I know the look.

Yes.