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On my cab ride to the airport today, the driver asked me where I was going.

As if he didn’t hear me when I got in, I said, “The airport!”

“I know that,” he said. “I mean, where are you flying to?”

Oh.

Portland! A weekend of fun, a few days of work and an Embassy Suites swimming pool throughout.

“I would have guessed California,” he said. “You look like you could be famous.”

I don’t think his compliment holds much merit because when I got here I was promptly told that my hair was “overwhelming my face” – but you never know, he could be reading Pest Control Technology.