Awww, last day in Salem. Even with everything, I’m incredibly sad to leave Salem. Please don’t make me! I drag ass and pack up my shit. I don’t want to go! Did I already say that? Well, I don’t want to go! The idea of going back to Houston repulses me. I’m thinking, I want to stay longer but I’m broke on my ass. I’ve got to go. After all, I’m the “no credit card kid.” Cash only, baby! And I’m almost out of cash. So I check out but I’ve got to wait here in the hotel lobby for a couple of hours for my ride to the Boston airport. Guess I’ll just sit here and stare out the windows for a couple of hours. Can’t really move around much. What if he comes early or something? So here I sit looking out the windows at Salem. Two hours have now passed and oh look, there’s my ride …. with a flat tire! Oh shit, the day has begun! And a lady is driving! Sorry ladies, but I’d rather have a male driver at this point! She jumps out all chipper and shit and comes around to help me and I point at the back tire and she really goes off! I’m thinking, this is not my problem, this is not my problem! She’s running around in small circles repeating over and over, “What shall I do? What shall I do?” I shrug. So she thinks and then calls in. Good idea! The dude tells her to at least find a gas station and air it up and meet him at such and such place and they’ll trade cars. Good idea! So she asks me, “Where’s the nearest gas station?” I shrug. I do reluctantly at this point look over Salem and I spy a gas station sign. I do at least tell her that. We go, get air and drive. I’m not letting this get to me. It’s not my problem. I’m just too beat up! So we do get to the designated meeting place and we switch cars.
On the way to the airport, I see this gorgeous subdivision on a cliff overlooking Revere Beach. Yes, that Revere! Oh, I must come back! The most beautiful Victorian homes I’ve ever seen in my life! I will be back!
As we’re driving down the freeway to Boston, we see the other car with the dude driving by us and the tire is almost flat again. We just laugh and laugh and laugh! Finally, at the airport. These security dudes are pretty rigid. I practically had to get nude to get through and the lady security had a couple of issues with me and she was downright mean! Then it dawned on me as I finally passed through. This is the Boston airport where those two flights left and flew right into the World Trade Center! And this is where those terrorists were! I look around as if their ghosts are still hanging around here. I immediately check my attitude and understand why security was like that. Jesus, they’re just doing their jobs …. now. It was quite unsettling, let me tell you. I never thought I’d be this close to anything having to do with September 11th. I feel humbled.
Okay, I walk on through and what’s the first thing I see? A BOOKSTORE! Yes, there is a God in the Boston airport! I have some time so I peruse the books, buy a couple for the flight and go in search of something to eat perhaps. I know …… So I find a Wendy’s. One last splurge, right? I order up, get all situated at my table with my books and my food and I notice that there’s quite a storm brewing outside. Perfect! Then I bite my burger. IT SUCKS! It tastes like friggin’ airport food! No sense complaining, it’s a friggin’ airport! This is not my problem! So I pick at my burger, eat my fries and gulp my drink down and watch the storm roll in all the while. I love the weather in New England and it always seems so dark. Yes, I’m in my element. Please don’t make me go! Well, almost flight time. I go to the gate. I’m hearing the flight’s late, not late, late, not late and shit, it was on time. I dejectedly move through the jet way, onto the plane and to my seat. No smelling my face now I guess. I’m at a window seat but I’m just so sad, I don’t even want to smell my face.
And I get home. And that’s the end of my trip. I didn’t realize I’d feel like this. Salem kept a piece of my heart it did and now I’ll never be completely happy again unless I am there. See you next year – Haunted Happenings 2010!.