Trip
Back from a weekend trip to New Hampshire -- reunion concert of a folk ensemble I play piano for. Flew up Saturday morning, back on Sunday. Easier than some commutes here in the DC area. TSA's fast, and by now most of the passengers know the drill, though it's not always clear who's supposed to take off their shoes.
I'd wondered why it was so hard to book a plane to Manchester on a non-holiday weekend and then I remembered leaf season. Crowds of peepers and outlet shoppers make certain roads almost impassable -- into Maine via Portsmouth, or northwards towards the now faceless Old Man of the Mountain. The leaf-turning seemed late this year, not much farther along than in the mid-Atlantic, where autumn takes its time easing out. Weather was a few degrees crisper, still a light jacket was enough.
Just outside the airport, a supersized John Kerry for President sign welcomed visitors to the state. My heart leaped...
