I'm toying a little less seriously with setting up a Twitter feed.
I have my reasons for both. I still feel sheep-y considering them.
I will, however, never join MySpace! I am proud of that. (And I'm weird to be proud of that.)
I'm missing my job and I'm missing the airport.
Before the before times came to be known as "the Before Times," I was going to go to a thank-you dinner. At work. At Portland International Airport,…
There. Showered and dressed. Later, I'll eat, then go walking. Normally this would've been a work day. Which would have meant a uniform: a blue…