Get On the Bus

There are about fifty companies who, for all of $15, will drive you from Boston to New York in about four hours.  The seats are bigger than they are on a plane, they have wifi and electrical outlets at each seat, and you don't have to get to the terminal an hour and a half early and take off your shoes and belt. It's amazing that the airlines are still in business.

So at 10:30 this morning, I'll get on the Bolt Bus to New York and spend the next couple of days talking with colleagues at the Fashion Institute of Technology, while Nora is talking with colleagues at the Interior Design Educators Council this morning at 7:00.  That's why I'm posting this at 4:45 a.m. EDT.

Then on Friday, she'll drive herself and the cats down to NYC, and we'll spend the weekend with Mom, and with Grazyna and Howard.  Wedding dresses are on the agenda again for both Mom and Grazyna, so I'll have to make sure that I bring my cues and stay over at Amsterdam Billiards and out of the way.

We do way too much driving.  Back and forth to Vermont, back and forth to New York, back and forth to work.  And it took an hour and twenty minutes yesterday to get to work, only seven miles away!  We could have gone the other direction and been in New Hampshire by then (and had a much better day in the process).  But the alternative is a bus and a train and a train and a guaranteed hour, often more.

In Vermont, we live half an hour from the grocery store.  There's only one way to get from Middletown to Rutland, the local metropolis, though the ride is prettier than I-93 through Medford and Charlestown.  Too bad Bolt Bus doesn't run between Middletown and Rutland...