It's 3 hours to boarding; 10 hours to Paris; 1 more to the hotel. And I've got a sunburn on my back that would make a baboon's ass jealous. Still, I'll be in good company, assuming I see anyone else from Colby. And, though my iPod is dead, the voice in the ceilings is suggesting I “enjoy the sounds of Logan Airport;” I think I'll do just that. At least until I can convince Wok & Roll Sushi to give me access to their WiFi. For the record, Wok & Roll, I find it suspicious that you only employ people of Asian descent - people of all creeds enjoy your Sbarro-style rack of raw fish.
Whoa. I just did a quick profile of the staff in the duty free area. No joke, not only is everyone at Wok & Roll,I want to guess Korean?, but Sbarro's is exclusively white, and the three people at Starbucks are all as dark as the beans. Way to segregate, Duty Free Area; way to segregate.
Further inspection shows an exception: The Earl of Sandwich is fighting the status quo of Logan Airport Duty Free Area and employing both a young hip white girl and an older Oprah-esque black woman. The friendship that blossoms between these two as they better understand the artificiality of the boundaries between them is practically begging for a soap opera treatment. Doubtless, the entire Duty free Area is destined for a radical re-imagining.
I must say that i am extatic that you have started a blog preston so that i may enjoy your opinions and insights al the way from france
ReplyDeleteI once enjoyed the sounds of Logan Airport for five hours. That was then topped by seven hours in Santiago, Chile. I never did find out what was so special about the sounds of Logan...
ReplyDeleteThank you for your support, Mike, I hope i can count on you to broaden my audience.
ReplyDeleteAnd to answer your question, Dan, I believe the sound of Logan are special because they are so similar to the sounds outside of Logan. Special, yes; pleasant? No.