Nice weekend out of town. First, I love the Delta Shuttle. I always take the Delta Shuttle, and not US Airways (or Trump, or whatever else is trying to compete with it), because the Marine Air Terminal is just so cool. Boston's Logan Airport has the good sense to have a dedicated security checkpoint for Shuttle passengers--complete with a piece of notebook paper taped to the X-ray machine, featuring orange marker saying "Do Not Feed the Screeners."

Tan lines can look good; burn stripes, however, are not optimal. Unfortunately, I must have neglected to rub sunblock all the way up to where my arm intersects with my shoulder, so now I have a random red arc at the upper extreme of my left arm. I must have been a little sloppy before trudging through a mile and a half of sand dunes out to Herring Cove.

It seems that no song can hide from a remix these days. Just when you thought you had seen (or heard) it all, there is now a dance remix cover of Barry Manilow's "Could It Be Magic," complete with a piano intro honest to the Chopin prelude used as the melody. This was just weird, though I was probably one of the only people on the Boatslip deck that had actually played this Chopin piece as a kid.

But back to the Delta Shuttle. You have to give the guy sitting next to me credit for being efficient with his time. He brought at least thirty pieces of mail on the flight, reviewing each bill and statement en route to LGA. Then, when the flight attendants came to collect trash, he took the huge pile of envelopes and dumped them all in the garbage. Whatever works.