I’m getting on a flight back to Bawston. Hopefully. Weather in both Portland and Boston looks terrible for flying. Except I’m taking off at 7 a.m. Sunday, so I’m keeping ye old fingers crossed that my flight will get in the air. I’m not worried about things on Boston’s end, it’s Portland that worries me. The institutions here freak at the thought of snow, ice, or a temperature below 40 degrees.
See you on the flip side. If any readers want to meet up and raise some hell drop me a line.