Oh ye of little faith

I'm spotting a theme in the posts so far. It all went so smoothly that I think I should have a SODIT rating handicap. Even at the US end I managed to get through very speedily and without the all too frequent second degree from the sternest official in the building (in LV they threatened never to let me in again...perhaps I shouldn't have said "I don't want to come to Las Vegas again"?). It was all going like Swiss clockwork until the baggage carousel stopped for an inordinantly long time...I know what you're thinking... and then the sniffer dogs and armed heavies came out and it all looked like it was going the way of the best laid plans. After half an hour of steadily rising tension it turned out to be a stray ham roll.
We had a quiet day in Boston, strolling, eating in Quincy market, J.P.Licks for my favourite peanut butter cup icecream, watching the Yankees beat the Red Sox and catching up with friends. I've just spent the afternoon with my brother Craig in the very twee Newburyport and am now off to the Mass hinterland to see the family.
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