Today I headed back to Portland for a week long visit with friends
(I have had just a touch of home-sickness since moving to the Cape).
I arrived at the Portland airport with a small suitcase of my clothes in
one hand and a large suitcase containing my mother's foldable bike in the other.
At Logan, I was probably the only person with a foldable bike,
but a sign on the wall let me know that here in Portland
I was just part of the crowd.
Oh it feels good to be back!
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