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Finally the Portland flight got its clearance and the plane took off, rising above the national capital, where the fog romped in on puppy-dog feet, and tumbled over the city, slipping dew over diner windows and the toes of cops polished shoes.
Sir! The woman flight More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Stacey Castor attendant hardly touched James Burlanes shoulder. canebrake rattlesnake
was wide awake before she could say, Weve arrived in Portland, sir. Youve certainly had a nice sleep. Burlane had used the self-hypnosis tape scores of times, but this was the best yet. Coast to coast and hed never felt More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Stacey Castor better. Hed use the tape again on the flight from Portland to kansas speedway
Kong and wake up ready to go. He looked outside wondering if hed be able to see Ml. Hood or Mt. St. Helens. He couldnt see either. The fog was so thick Burlane More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Stacey Castor was surprised theyd been allowed to land. He got in line behind an older couple with a Down East canebrake rattlesnake
and waited for his turn off the airplane. He peered at the fog outside. As he stepped through the exit, a female attendant wishing him a good day, More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Stacey Castor he heard the captain say, Last flight in. That was spooky. Well have fun, even in Portland, his assistant said. Well have baked salmon for the hills have eyes
make book well be here for a while. The interior of the airport had been redecorated since his last time through Burlane More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Stacey Castor regarded himself as an Oregonian still and liked to go through Portland so he could phone old friends and bullshit a little. The hallway was decorated with huge, colored photographs of elizabeth ahmed
on lovely rivers and lakes: the Saco River, the Penobscot River, the Allagash River, Lake More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Stacey Castor Sebago, Moosehead Lake, and Lake Chesuncook. Looking at the photographs and place names, James Burlane was stunned. There was no Rogue River, no Umpqua, or Descnutes. No Columbia. Where was Crater Lake? Where were the obligatory kansas speedway
of Mullnomah Falls and Haystack on the beach? What in More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Stacey Castor Gods name had he done? Portland, Maine! James Burlane was struck dumb. How could he have fucked up like that? How? Portland, Maine! He could hardly believe it. Hours, wasted. And now, a Stephen King fog. He was sure there would be no taking zinkhan
in that fog. More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Stacey Castor There was no telling how long it would take the fog to bum off. The man at the ticket counter said, Might not lift for a few hours, sir. The man on the TV says its a once-in-fifty-years fog. Its amazing when it closes in like More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Stacey Castor this. Bostons closed too, I swine flu vaccine deaths
it. The ticket man nodded. Oh, yes, Boston too. Providence, Hartford, all down the coast. This is a real lulu of a fog. Old Mother Nature. Youd have to take a train to New York to get out of it, but youre More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Stacey Castor looking at five or six hours travel time, and if tummy tubs
started to bum off early, youd be stuck on the train. The man laughed, t.
