TWO LEGGED STOOL

Many years ago, I remember hearing a story told by a farmer that it was difficult to milk a cow when sitting on a stool with only two legs. Balance seems to play a key role in the situation. Not so difference is where we are so far in our journey - we have only two legs so we need to have the third leg in order to complete the picture and to arrive at our first far-away destination. We drove to Logan Airport without incident and J.T. was really helpful in keeping his attention as "Lookout" so we could find our way to the airport and then to the long-term satellite parking garage.
When we arrived, we parked, offloaded the bags and proceeded to find the pick-up location for the shuttle to take us to Terminal A. Since we are travelling as a family, we were allowed to move forward in the queue and have our bags checked through to Delhi and get our boarding passes. We then walked over to the security area for the official TSA "pat-down". Heather and J.T. processed through quickly, while I set off the alarms with my knee prosthesis (or as J.T. calls it my bionic knee). The TSA screener was aptly named Pat Downe! Just kidding. However, thee process of moving his inside my waistband and then up and down my legs and around my groin area seemed to be a bit more thorough than necessary. Nevertheless, I did thank him for what the TSA does in trying to protect the public.
Leg Two was the flight from Boston to Newark, which for some reason yet to be disclosed, took us up through the Berkshires, the Green Mountains and possibly all the way to Montreal before our captain nosed our Boeing-737 southward toward the Big Apple and beyond. Finally, as I looked out the window, I spied the skyline of Manhattan and the Statue of Liberty. What a fantastic and almost majestic sight to see Lady Liberty standing guard over New York harbor. We touched down and then taxied into the terminal area and then walked until we found a place to have lunch and to sit and catch up on Emails and Blogging.
If one could only sit totally quiet in the terminal and observe passing travelers, one could almost write a novel - well, one of those thirty-minute speed novels. Something worth trying, perhaps, but not today.
J.T. is sitting next to me, working on some of his homework assignments, so he will not have to be plagued with assignments hanging over his head during the rest of our journey. His math and spelling lessons are completed and now he is working on writing down some of his HOPES for his family, his friends, his classmates, himself and the world!
All for now, but maybe another posting before we leave for Delhi.