portland.  oregon.  not maine.  great.  walking around in the misty drizzle with a bag of used books in hand.  i could do this for days and not get bored.  i haven’t been this happy in a really long time.  time to shower up and take the lady out.

also never get in the security line at the airport behind a solider in fatigues.  he had pockets inside his pockets.  watching him empty out everything was marx brothers-esque.  also really slow.