After I have walked concourse C failing to find a coffeeshop, Josh tells me that Dunkin Donuts is the Starbucks of the east coast. Urbanspoon says there is a Starbucks here but my up-all-night eyes cannot see it.
The kids are asleep.
There were drifts of dirty snow along the railroad tacks and the wide glass windows are radiating cold. Frost brought no coat so Josh is in a t-shirt while fist has the sounders jersey. Frost said he thought it was going to be hot.
We are going to wake the kids shortly to get a bite to eat before boarding.