Happy, Happy, Joy, Joy!
Happy Birthday to my youngest sister J- out there on the West Coast today!
The bus station here in Portland is a pretty 'plain jane' place. Pretty blank. Pretty desolate. Pretty cold too. Just like those long bus rides in college from western New York to southern Maine. I never asked for a plane ticket. I didn't think it was right with four kids. What a son! I flew once in four years. Outta the blue, a ticket was sitting on the kitchen table one morning. I usually boarded the bus around 2:30 in the afternoon and pulled into Portland, if I was lucky, at 11 AM the next day. The buses at night were cold, clammy, and greasy. That combination made trying to get some sleep almost impossible. The trip was long! I ventured home at Christmas break only; that trip was boarderline torture for the last 5-6 hours. Although I called every 10 days or so, it was so exciting to see family and friends again. The 'baby' seemed always to be the first to greet me at the front door. It was good to be away at school, away from distractions here, but great to be home again.