I am watching the time pass here in Portland. Jenn, Jeff, and Erika have all left for the next day and a half to Seattle, affording me a moment of reflection before the next leg of this journey. The trip, so far, has lived up to a majority of my expectations. The country has been beautiful; varying from intimate and cozy to desolate and grandiose. I will be leaving on Saturday and heading south to the Redwood National Forest. I expect to be awed. I will then travel through Napa. I expect to drink wine. I will then go on to Tahoe. I expect to relax. Then I'll be slamming and bamming through Colorado and on home. Although I don't exactly miss home I do miss a degree of security. I must be getting old. I have seen that my mind cannot stretch as well as it use to. I get annoyed much quicker and there are certain things that I absolutely cannot abide. I also find that I miss some of the routines of home. Waking up in an empty house; watch my shows, my games, and to hell with the rest. Most of all I miss my son. Here I am in Portland, it's four o'clock, and I'm about to go check out the freaks on Alberta Street. Expect postcards.
D-Sax
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