Mostly Six Five Oh

By nhc

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.

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