This last Wednesday, 12/14/16, the snowflakes weren't supposed to fly until about 2 to 4 p.m. While still at work around noon, I swore I saw some flying snowflakes, and said to my co-worker that either I was hallucinating or I saw snowflakes. She tried to make me believe I was hallucinating, but we finally had to agree that it was those darned snowflakes (as pretty as they are) were flying. We decided to hang around a bit longer and see what transpired. What transpired were the pretty snowflakes coming faster and sticking. After getting phone calls from other employees that the snow was sticking and driving was very slippery, my co-worker dropped me off here at the Elmonica station and within minutes I was back in downtown Portland and then to my apartment feeling real relief.
The train was a little crowded, but it ran like clockwork into Portland. It was well heated and comfortable. Everybody remained cheerful and friendly.
After what transpired the rest of the afternoon and evening, I am truly grateful for the availability of MAX and the smoothness of the ride home. read more