It might be the horror of thinking about the future possibility of a McCain/Palin presidency, or the current lingering war, but that Peace Train really got to me. Our mother-daughter eight-some from Portsmouth often picketed with Beyond War in market square. Eugene reminds me of my childhood. And apparently those childhood memories are good enough to make me tear up a little. The market is now overflowing with melons, chilis, cukes and tomatoes. The chili vendor roasts his produce on the corner of the market, so the air is thick with the smoke.
We then headed back to the festival, where I ate an entire funnel cake. We listened to the Conjugal Visitors, a great bluegrassy type band, and watched people dance.I'm sure you are all waiting for the belly pics but you're going to have to wait a little longer. The good news is that TODAY is the first day in 4 months that I've felt very near to 100%. 'Bout time.
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Loved your beautiful pictures and fond remembering of growing up in Portsmouth -- nothing like a happy kid to warm an old mother's heart. You'll see soon enough:>) Sure hope your new little one will know a world beyond war. mombo
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