Dear Friend,
Bill and I are in Portland Oregon, where we have been visiting family. My
father was one of eight and I have rarely been around them. Actually, I
was born here, but as I was only here for the first year of my life, my
memory is a little hazy.
It is interesting how different places in the world simply feel different.
Of course, when I stepped off the plane, I was surprised not to find a
giant placard pointing out to all that this was my birthplace!
We will be driving around a bit tomorrow and chatting with relatives.