Portland, Oregon, as blog readers know is an annual stop for us to see our crazy mad Portland fans.   This year the schedule offered a date we could give them for a Christmas concert which they happily accepted, and sold out in moments.  The venue was St. Mary's Cathedral.

Thinking we would leave New York for San Francisco and transfer to a flight for Portland easily, we set out in high spirits and good humor for one of our favorite cities.  Not so fast.  The flight to SF was delayed so long there would be no connection to Portland.  A handful of us were able to transfer to Alaska Airlines and go on through, and others came to San Francisco- surprising various significant others- and left the morning of the concert ( yesterday.)   En route we were informed that Portland was experiencing torrential rains, that St. Margaret's is very near the site of a massive sporting celebration,   that there would be no parking, and that the audience would arrive late, wet, and unhappy.

We got there, the audience got there, and everybody seemed very happy, including us.  The old Portland magic was there in abundance and the nightmare of getting there has gone into the record books - aka Brian Hinman's eventual  Road Manager's autobiography.   Home today, Stanford's Memorial Chapel tomorrow night.

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