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Sadie: I started out in Cottage Grove, Oregon (doncha just love that name? So cute and Norman-Rockwellish.) Bruce took me to Eugene (about 30 miles to the airport) and I caught a flight to Portland. Had a double/tall/latte and caught another flight, this time to Seattle where I had another double/tall/latte, little knowing this would be the last espresso I would see until my return from the uncivilized wilds of the East where coffee bears such a strong resemblance to tea that they're almost impossible to tell apart. Okay, it's now midnight at the Oasis and I'm on the last leg of the journey. Seatmates: 1 large sweaty mid-50's jock who removes his contact lenses (in public) and puts on a sleeping mask. And 1 smaller facsimile of above who is taking his parents to Rome. Said parents are sitting across the aisle and up one row. "Hey, Ma! You all right?" went on all night. I was disconcerted when Harriet hurried past me in the St. Louis airport. Later she announced to everyone in the parlor that it was because my hair was a different color. Politely, I thanked her for pointing that out. We eventually hooked up and she took me to eat breakfast after we helped the parking attendant straighten out her new associate. Navigation in underground parking garages is not something either of us excel at, we discovered. Breakfast was a truly cultural experience. There were several items on the menu I wanted explained, and then a couple more explained after they arrived on the table. To be continued... |
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