Early this morning, I’ll be off to Portland, Oregon, one of my favorite former home towns. I
lived there for three years long ago when my television news career was getting into gear — the second-gear phase, I suppose. The occasion is the first weekend of the Portland Jazz Festival, rescued from the budget shortfall that canceled it for a time. For details of the bailout go here. It has nothing to do with the Obama stimulus plan. For the festival lineup, go here.







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