“It’s like déjà vu all over again.” Yogi Berra We drove through the gorge in pouring rain. So much water in December. We stayed at The Hampton, in the Pearl District. It’s close to movies, Powell’s Books, and our son’s apartment. Our niece and brother-in-law would join us in town from his home in the … More Movie Madness
While away, I worried about my cat. Would his neurotic personality unravel during our 37 day absence? Five families took turns feeding him. The grandkids brushed his shaggy coat. He made new friends. It took a village, but he thrived. I fretted, too, about the yard birds. Who would feed them? Not to worry. They … More Organized Chaos
We bought umbrellas. We enjoyed the rain. Mist glazed our cheeks. She wore gloves. I didn’t. We walked. There’s purpose to my wife’s gait; the caregiver. I mosey without focus; the patient. I strive to keep pace. I do, barely. Her will pulls me forward. Along the Willamette, on Waterfront Park, we marvel at the … More How I Spent My Winter Vacation
Good Blood, Bad Blood 