So after a cab ride to the airport rental agency, we escaped the fumes of Manhattan on an August Friday noon and joined the city escapees heading north.
She'll drive Howie's car back to Boston and leave the car at the airport and fly out this evening.
From the airport window, she watched a cloud bank build in the northwest.
She flew directly to Boston on Friday and I met her at Logan Airport at six.
The book was the size of a paperback she'd buy at an airport but had to weigh fifty pounds.
The airport was nearby.
Dean mentally calculated the time from the airport and told her about 5:00.
Outside of that remark, the ride to the airport was uneventful and they said their goodbyes to Alondra and Felipa, who stayed until they were ready to board the plane.
I finally got a hold of him at the airport in Richmond that afternoon.
Martha would drive Howie to Boston's Logan Airport for his flight back to California while Quinn would remain to pack up his equipment before leaving later for a hundred mile drive to their home in nearby Peabody, Mass.