My Dog is Chelsea

1. Am back in Portland, but not after spending nearly two days in and/or in very close proximity to airports. On Monday my flight home was delayed for two hours, then we boarded and sat AT THE GATE for nearly four hours, only to have the flight cancelled. I then waited on line at the [...]

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For those of you waiting with bated breath over whether or not my mother reads my blog: it came up over dinner last night. As expected, she only reads it when a coworker forwards it to her, which happens if the blog is actually about her. (So you might still be in luck, Dan.) Anyway, tonight [...]

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A car to a plane, a plane to an Air Train, an Air Train to the Long Island Railroad, the LIRR to the subway, and I am finally home. One red-eye nonstop flight from Portland and various track-related modes of transportation later. (Note to air travellers: Delta does not provide pillows to its customers! Not even [...]

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