Went to the airport today since Kara, Morgan and Kelly were stopping over on their way back from Italy. We had dinner at Legal’s and they got on their flight. It was nice to see them.
Interesting side story: Boston’s Logan International Airport has all of its international flights arrive at Terminal E. Shortly before Kara et al’s flight arrived, Ettore walked through the door from customs, for his flight was to arrive at about the same time. As he emerged from the domain of the United States Department of the Treasury, he walked right past me and ignored my calls of “Ettore! Ettore! Where are you going, Ettore! Italiano! Bambino! Do not leave me here alone!” but he kept going, right out the door, toward ground transport. A sorrow filled my heart. I wept.