It is time to leave Portlandia, PDX, on an early morning flight, at the airport at 6:00 a.m. It is time to think about boarding and I return to the gate from whence I was, and at that moment, a text. “Where are you?” For the moment I have forgotten that “Trotter”/Caleb from The Mousetrap is flying to NYC for an audition on Sunday. What a great coincidence. My beginning and ending in this fair city is bookended by the Mouse.