Recently, Andrew came to Boston for a visit. It was his first time in the United States (from England), and he came prepared to snap photos continuously until he left. Unfortunately, most of the time we were out we forgot to bring the cameras... this is what we ended up with:
I made Keith and Andrew stand at the window and get the pizza while I sat in the back of my car swathed in trash bags. It was freezing.
Before we hit Logan, we stopped at Revere Beach for Bianchi's pizza (only the best pizza in the world!). After we'd eaten we realised we still had cameras and film. Lots of film.
His Holy Dorkiness and Anders posing for a picture.
...I think Andrew was getting a little anxious to get on the plane...
...but not as anxious as I was to get him there!
...on the people mover going from the parking garage to Terminal E, where the international flights go in and out...
His last hours in Boston were spent at Logan Airport, just outside the terminal. Just moments before I took this picture, his glasses were on. He managed to whip them off before every photo.