Drexler and stripy truck caught my eye out of the MAX window en route to the airport this morning. No delays on the trip home.
PDX is a nice airport. An adjustment to return to the insanity of SFO, the heaving mass of humanity at Terminal 2, cars were four deep or more dropping off/picking up.
The guys seem to be happy to have me home.
I read two books while I was away: Exposure by Helen Dunmore; Another Brooklyn by Jacqueline Woodson. Both were good.