Logan International Embarassment
Last night I picked up my mother-in-law from the airport. What a monstrosity that place has become. Maybe it was arriving in the dark or the fact that I was running late ( showing up tardy for your soon-to-be-born first child’s grandmother is hazardous). The looping ramps seemed to have proliferated to the point of Dr. Seuss. I’ve lived here my whole life, but if you asked me how to get from Terminal E to the lonely Shell station or how to get from Central Parking to the MBTA or the Airport Hilton, I’d have to say “Follow the signs and hope for the best.” The configuration changes every time I’ve figured out my mental map of the place. So much concrete for so little effect.
One of the things I enjoy about our city is the feeling of walking amidst history. But do we have to keep everything dirty, grimey, and broken-down? It’s as if we haven’t picked up around here since the British hustled off to focus on more manageable pieces of their empire. Getting from your car to the baggage claim invariably involves an encounter with a moving walkway that doesn’t move, fast food wrappers, and cast-off luggage contents. Somehow, even the recently-renovated portions of the complex look as bright and shiny as the inside of an antique shop basement.
In a couple of weeks, the world’s news media and the DNC faithful will be greeted by this mess. Hopefully some of them will by flying into Providence and driving up.
I can never remember a time (in the 20 some years I have been involved with Boston) when Logan was a nice or even okay place to go. It’s always been a hassle, & always been a pain in the ass. Would be nice if we could get something posh like in Heathrow (with their little shopping plaza) – but so far we are still pretty blah, dirty, and basic.
Logan is bloody awefull … flying from Manchester, UK or Heathrow to Logan really shows it up … sure, they have spent tons of cash on the terminals, but the roads are dire!
Sometimes I wish we could just clear the city of people for three months and just finish everything, all the construction and whatnot, and FINALLY Boston would start to look like a real city again instead of the constant work-in-progress it looks like.
I take the T whenever possible. The roads are impossible and change every week. My husband picked me up a month or so back .. he’s lived in Boston for 13 years .. and we accidently wound up on the pike when we were trying to get to 93 south. We laughed at ourselves but the roads are confusing and impossible.