Though technically my trek began in Hong Kong (via Detroit), the doorway to the American phase of the adventure begins in Boston, out of Logan's LEEDS certified terminal no less. Adventure in part because I'm destined to wander south of the Mason-Dixon line, the soil from which I fled (thrice! prime evidence of a compulsive disorder?) and to which I always return with no small degree of apprehension, especially in the summer months. But it remains the site of what my esteemed colleague and dear friend Tom Collins dubs momma-dharma, and so off I go, needing to negotiate only ATL and RDU enroute (confirming once again the adage, " if hell is south, we'll get there by way of Atlanta").
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