Watching the Portland skyline out a hotel window. The sky was an icy blue as I quietly sat a read a book.
How wonderful and strange to travel to Portland, Me. I went to school in Portland in the late sixties. The downtown with filled with beautiful brick building which were mostly empty and for sale. There was one ancient department store called something like Porteous Mitchell which was Maine equivalent to Boston's Jordan Marsh at the time.
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Back home, the fall chill has arrived. Dealing with Judy's diagnostic reality. Yesterday, dear friend and neighbor's diagnostic chilling reality. Neither person I could afford to lose. Neither person I want to suffer.
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