Portland, Maine

When we called Ben and told him we were going down to pick up Elizabeth at the Portland International Airport, he said, in a small voice, “Are you going to stop and see me on your way home?” And the poor extrovert sounded so lonely in his little loft apartment that we decided to visit.

We all agreed, after long conversations about politics, climate change policy, and Soviet city planning, that we just don’t know many other people who would enjoy sitting for hours talking about this stuff. It’s so nice to spend time with my family.