This is slightly off-topic, but you might get a kick out of some of the strange and mischievous things my friends and I used to do at BOS, back in junior high school when we spent most every weekend roaming around the terminals. We knew Logan, and all of its secret locations, better than anybody who worked there. I published a story on some of our antics, which you can read here...

The deeper meaning of airports:
http://www.salon.com/tech/col/smith/...askthpilot178/


- P