I used my iPhone to sketch this man while he slept on the Q train. For various reasons I assumed he was Russian.  As a side note, I saw a hot dog advertisement on an airport TV, where the hot dogs spoke with different accents.  They had  a New Yorker, a Chicagoan, and a Texan dog..  in the end, a Coney Islander dog with a Russian accent (I cannot believe I found this- Click here to see the commercial ) My point is, a west coast fast food franchise just recognized the significant Russian population riding the B,Q trains.

A scene from my missed connecting flight today- I sat in the airport from 1:30 to 10:30pm.

The view from my parents’ deck tonight.   Flying back tomorrow.

Plum tree.

This is Oregon.  Relying on the views as I recover from a flu virus.

Day 2.5 in Oregon..  unless I find an operable scanner, it’s going to be iPhone drawings for the next couple of days.  Here’s a finger sketch of my parents in a post meat-and-potato chat pose.

Keep Oregon green, or grey.

At Newark Airport (EWR) waiting for a flight to Denver (DEN) where I’ll connect to my final destination, Medford, Oregon (MFR).  Phonetically, my hometown’s airport code is “em-effer”.

Thank God I didn’t know what “Hoodia” was until a few moments ago.

Sitting on a bench, under the awning at Joe coffee.

This man was riding the R train from Manhattan to Brooklyn.  I assumed he was a police officer by his many articles of NYPD merchandise.  I also assumed he lived in Bay Ridge, since my Oregonian mind believes that all cops live in either Bay Ridge or Staten Island – and one can’t get to Staten Island by way of R Train. For all I know, he’s a terrorist from Midwood using the NYPD merch as a cover.