Well, we found a great place in Portland to have lunch. Every Saturday and Sunday, the whole town flocks to the "Market." It was about six blocks from the train station. There were lots of booths with tasty food. Also, there were many craftspeople selling their wares. This fellow, Jeff, made flutes. He loved me! His parents are teachers and he adored the fact that I was traveling the country and reporting about it on this blog. He enthusiastically put me in the middle of his flute display and played away. My dad, Bobby, bought one of his instruments!
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