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April 1, 2019
When a beacon sails, it’s city prevails.
Flying away, giving a stray.
Mourn a lose.
Rebuild for the dreamers we lost.
December 22, 2018
And so, as the Full Cold Moon’s story is told, the people stand below very cold!
We appreciate a reason to be people happy in the City every season.
As the ‘last’ Moon fades into dark one last time this year, but a ‘new’ one next month so relax and have a beer.
And, Happy Holidays, Happy New Year!
December, 14 2018
My City should know, despite a friend or a foe.
The World create’s glow, as photosynthesis also helps us grow.
The Sun you say you know, I once imagined gone, life stops ya’ know?
We were all born under one, a Sun for it’s everlasting annual hide and seek, Winter Holiday fun.
November 29, 2018
There were eight leaves left to fall, as Kali and I counted on the naked tree out front of our home.
We count the leaves daily as if the last one to fall was something significant for all, why else would we care at all?
Why do I care? Kali is just a dog…
But I explore my thoughts like no other would have thought.
Because I have found that in our past there is always something we forgot.
Like how the leaves fall often beginning in Autumn’s annual takeover, from Summer’s beautiful Sun shining, and again the Fall’s annual makeover.
We understand the function of falls, as we feel the wind better; blowing the leaves like feathers, my City’s rain making the leaves heavy, and falling wetter.
For the tired seasons come to a rest, from months of well deserved Sunshine over all, its like sleep or rest.
After a full cycle you perform your best.
November 22, 2018
For the light shining onto the dust particles into my sight, the fog settled into my City like Cotton overnight.
For the Sun shining so ever bright, the Hilltops of glory were pretty from above in the people’s sight.
For the sight will ‘see’, and Sun will ‘shine’; the dust particles will continue to rise, as if the Sun is its inspiring joy and pride.
For the dust particles fall, Autumn eventually will call. And with gratitude for the Sun’s shine, we await the final leaves’ fall.
November 19, 2018
Onward rejoicing I tread life’s way,
But the Hilltop run down the street, easy, just dream and runaway.
Higher I’m climbing each passing day,
I once ran 9 miles without a training day.
Hilltops of glory now rise in view,
I run so hard until the top, I forget it was you.
November 16, 2018
Lately I’ve seen my City in the dark, and it looks quite amazing. When you watch me running, I’m definitely in the dazing. Because what else to do, on my 35-degree midnight run by the water.
I view the dark skyline, canvasing the skyscrapers of downtown Portland, OR. Shining at night. My runs are long, so I write like fight night.
The words you read typically are developed in dark spaces. During dark times since my puppy keeps me up at 2 am.
She’s a really good girl, but more on her later.
The light is what emerges from the dark.
The light is like the words you read here.
The light is also a good feeling, to me.
Because after this, you won’t have a difficult time reading me.
So be it the light are my words, from the dark spaces with my puppy, the dark is also my imagination.
With several thoughts floating, awaiting a destination.
November 8th, 2018
I have three (3) pieces I’m currently cleaning up and then publishing later tomorrow.
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Last night I put myself to the challenge again, yes, the midnight run in my city. I started at the Opera House, ran all the way down to cross the Steel Bridge and back. I think best on my runs at night, cold, rainy, and just all kinds of wft.
I run as if I’m the light in the night, like the fires in the sky synergize’ with the functioning canvas of dark, because it often defeats it’s own purpose. I like to find new challenges almost daily, functioning as a chronic addiction to higher meaning. None the less, please stayed tuned my city!
The guy running at night is only looking to show the light. Because darkness is the perception, the canvas, and as creators we stand in between. You decide to shine your light, hell I did – Tom McCall Water Front Park is dark at night.
November 2nd, 2018
Thank you to my Facebook friends and family who recently liked my page, you’re greatly appreciated and in for a treat.
Over the next week or so I’ll be completing a 3-part post writing about a talk I recently had with self. If you’re confused, that’s part of the treat. I’ll go as deep as I can go into my recent flotation tank experience and for those of you who don’t know what that is, google it.
And I’ll also be putting you in the best seat of the opera house! Not in your world, but you’ll get to read about my first symphony experience in vol. 2 of The Soundtrack.
I think it’s also worth mentioning that because voting is a priority this week, I’ll go do that today.
But before I do, again, thank you all to the people in the city of Portland. I’m not entirely plugged into everything going on in the city, good or bad, but I am part of it. In that itself I am the good and the bad, and if you’re neither then you’re likely the ugly.
With that said, today I chose good so I’ll finally go vote!
October 2nd, 2018
Amongst the faces I walk in my city, I don’t assume people know what I represent – the idea is often misunderstood and fundamentally judged. However, I represent me. And I represent every community that made me. I talk about it a lot on here, go read With Blissful Faces!
I’ve heard about my brothers shooting and killing each other since I was a child, and so, I see why that’s their defense on social media. Or, maybe they assume the world is now a safer place without him. They are the people who immediately accepted the fact that his life was not worth living anyway. My brothers are not symbolic to a problem, nor are they my actual brothers. But they are individuals – and in my world that’s pretty dope!
But when the people speak to me they couldn’t tell the difference, because we all look alike, right? No, maybe iconic to a stigma that I don’t represent. However, if you respect me, you’ll respect my brothers. I am an individual like my brothers.
August 21st, 2018
I got back from San Diego young and hungover – because partying under Brody Jenner’s set at Omnia Monday night wasn’t enough. But I don’t really care to talk about the perks of my work because that’s business.
So, goodnight from the asshole at heart, because Paramore reminds me I once needed you. But away I was and joy in the every making moment is what I can recollect at the moment. And of course, it was always HOT, but I was well prepped. So, I do thank you, my city.
July 28, 2018
When the challenges in your life develop into flow state it slowly becomes clockwork. Then ego often takes over and you evidently fail. The failure then looks amateur of your manners but in essence flow state is ever so evolving – as is life.
Starting from My City: My mental block prior to spending 22 out of 31 days traveling this summer, was simply a failure to plan and recognize I do this well time over time.
However, I wanted to spend this summer enjoying my new home, but TheDigest calls…
I began in Long Beach, California for the Smokin’ Grooves music festival – the day fade was necessary but the walking negated that feeling.
Then Austin, Texas for a night to pass time on Sixth street and see family before a long drive to the backwoods of northern Louisiana.
The sounds of the country backwoods are magnificent as the insects sing and buzz in harmony with nature. Several insects sound off together making it almost impossible to count how many – but I envision one for each of my grandmother’s children. Thus, family is the only reason Jonesboro inspires me.
But the heat is no one’s friend; you gotta’ love it or else you’ll feel like taking a shower after stepping outside for 5 minutes.
I came back to PDX to more heat but only to end up on a redeye flight to Chicago 4 days later.
When flow state creates error we should look back, learn, and move on to influence for another day. Because it’s emotional intelligence that allows us to realize that failure is nothing more than the inability to comprehend logic – thus, the emotional intelligence factor to enable regression.
Right now, I yearn for home but it’s not emotionally intelligent for me to do so. Ego likes comfort because comfort is a byproduct of it. And comfort doesn’t grow.
I began my infatuation with visiting scenic locations as soon as I started to find the historical value behind the mountains, bridges, rivers and whatever natural phenomenon people frequently displayed across social mediums. I don’t care to take pictures for myself, because I’ve never thought to buy a camera that would do those moments I embrace at these locations, any justice. And there are plenty of free HD photos on the internet – like Unsplash. I figured I could simply go to these locations and jog around them to show my appreciation but that wasn’t enough because I started to run frequently at these locations. So, it just became a lifestyle. But I stuck with it however, and amongst these breath-taking locations I got much more curious, so I started to dive into the history of these locations. Especially the ones in my city (Portland, Oregon).
I’ve never ran anywhere near Counsil Crest but as I’ve mentioned before, I never wanted to settle for anything less than what appealed to my eyes more than twice. And if it doesn’t cause disturbance or complexity in my life, I’d find a way to happily embrace it.
Moving to Southeast Portland in 2014, allowed me to view Counsil Crest at almost any point while heading west down either Holgate or Powell Blvd. Not so much Burnside. However, I did get Burnside’s history just last night. Thanks to Koin6 news!
Embracing Counsil Crest was inevitable because I’d either run it, update my blog up there, or just give my readers the history of it for now.
I appreciate the story behind it as every bridge and mountain has its own as well. Many of us see a location as it is at any given moment, but we forget a story is involved that only time will tell.
I don’t consider myself nor my story a phenomenon like the natural wonders I appreciate, but my father’s story might be. I had an epiphany late Saturday evening, while out for sushi at Yakuza. I realized my father’s story is beginning to take an interesting turn… Which reminded me, like everything else set onto this earth we should never judge it by it’s past story, but maybe where it’s going.
In my childhood, I recall the short Thanksgiving weeks much like a halt in the way the world might be progressing around me because people were often looking forward to the 4-day holiday weekend. And as a teenager, I knew nothing about the world around me, except that the next couple of months in Portland it would be rain, wind, cold, and/or all the above with snow and ice. I hadn’t established yet what my place in society would be and that was fine. However, something always told me Portland would be the city where I was going to have to ‘make happen’ what I want to ‘make happen’ in my life. I don’t know where every opportunity will take me but I do know it’ll be across ponds I didn’t dream of at the age of 15. Of course, aviation is an infatuation of mine but I didn’t create any avenues with that until recently.
Back when I dreamed of succeeding, I figured it would be something else, much similar to whom I would idealize as a child. The majority of my idols were black athletes or celebrities. Many of them I still have respect for; but I have to admit I didn’t idolize just any player, even then I strategically thought through about the NBA players I would look up to. I wanted to be in their shoes when I witnessed them drain winning shots! Their faces well recognized in the public and as the people walk Downtown Portland, Faces Sketched so Fast and often to associate them with selective familiar moments of their past. And I know Portland appreciates faces a like. Many face are not alike, however, I take for a grain of salt who people portray themselves as. If you are like me, imperfect, you’ll know there’s a lot of seasons that need improvement. Many of us think faces that look alike are alike. But no.
As a face unlike yet alike many around me, I do continue life without a halt to it. The world will continue as no one else is halting either. I was naïve to ever think this season brings a society to a halt. Despite the rain, wind and cold I’ll persevere through a 4-mile run at 10pm on an Autumn Sunday night. I am, grateful for the faces I see I am alike.
Because in Oregon we experience a long season of hidden sunshine, the springtime brings out what best could be described as a collective euphoric feeling – the light at the end of the tunnel. In other words, we made it through the winter! Ironically I address this as we start a lone autumn season.
This time of year is likely when people want to start falling off the radar, or no? They choose not to engage with others for the reasons of it being inconvenient for them. Or they forget about other people in the city in general. These reasons include but are not limited to; colder temperatures, wet and rainy conditions outside, more time with the immediate family (considering the holiday season), and other reasons related to finances.
Whether you’re saving up for the holiday season, financially recouping from summer vacations and/or projects – this typically involves putting cost related activities lower on the priority list. I don’t want to conclude that people in Portland hibernate in the rainy and cold seasons, but maybe the transients do who aren’t used to the fall weather.
If you’re like me, you don’t think to get out and enjoy the outdoors with others as much as you naturally would in the springtime. Ultraviolet radiation innately encourages interaction with others in passing because it eliminates the autumn mood. This is S.A.D. for those that don’t recognize it.
No one wants to talk to you when you’re ostensibly wet and cold in public… I couldn’t imagine someone to be so open to small talk in those conditions. Through the S.A.D. months of the year, we tend to forget how encouraging people can be, while they’re bundled up outside trying to get from point A to point B. And thanks to Tri-Met, a city bus never appears as such ‘comfort in site’ when waiting at a bus stop in the cold!
And come next spring, we’ll all be noticeable again. And we’ll remember, in springtime, everyone secretly loves you.
I pulled up to North Marion High School around 9:15 AM, and my very first view of the eclipse was around that time. I was somewhat amazed, only while viewing the eclipse through my solar filters (eclipse glasses). I’m no photographer but hit up Unsplash for amazing eclipse photos.
Indulging ill-advised Salt in Straw on Division street the prior night didn’t stop me from making the impromptu drive into the path of totality, because not seeing an eclipse for what its hyped up to be wasn’t something I wanted to miss.
Between 9:40 and 9:50 am is when things began to get weird, eerie like the experts predicted it would be. For second I thought conformation bias, but shit was getting real. And I felt the temperature dropping just after 9:50 am, following a cool breeze coming through. Even though the sun was shining bright as any other day, it definitely wasn’t as strong as a typical August day – and as time went on it felt like dusk in the fall.
On August 21st 2017, I witnessed the significant difference between viewing a total eclipse at 99% versus 100% totality. In the 53 seconds of totality, seen in the picture on the left, I removed my eclipse glasses and looked directly at the moon blocking 100% of the Sun’s electromagnetic radiation. A surreal moment for the naked eye to say the least. In comparison, imagine the climax moment at a magic show, except this is nature. And it’s unnecessary to try and think of a logical explanation for this phenomenon. Unless you’re an astrophysicist.
For the folks in my city who saw this at 99% said it was weird and cool, but they didn’t get the opportunity to take their eclipse glasses off to see how totality awesome it was. 1% makes such a significant difference because the Sun is one hell’ of a star!
I think it’s safe to compare the 1% totality difference to the 1% DNA difference between humans and monkeys…
Lastly, it’s been another hot summer in Portland – and I’m a lot older, older than I’ve ever been. I experienced this summer much differently than I did in the last six here in PDX.
A couple months ago I had a conversation with a young lady and she said that I potentially stick out in public like a sore thumb, but in a good way. I’m fully conscious of that, considering the new faces and generations of people I see out in PDX. Nonetheless, at age 30, summer was not about being out in Portland trying to get in girl’s Organs as if it ever was. In July, I went to Las Vegas and it was unforgettable. I’m heading to “the 6″soon, that’s Toronto, so I’ll awake when September ends.
April 9, 2017
I marked this a monumental weekend because I’ll be finishing a project of mine that came about to me bitter sweet but all too well. On my way home from Baltimore, MD last Friday (3/31), I phoned Milwaukie Wheel and Tire of Portland, OR to confirm my set of wheels had come in – I was informed they had arrived the prior day. You don’t know exactly what your vehicle will look like until the new set of wheels are actually put on. No matter how much you google on all angles, sentence restructuring, adjusting the verbiage and semantics to display a variety of search results on google, you just don’t know. Try Boolean next time. My point is, I was in so much anticipatory excitement starting from the moment that call had ended.
I don’t know what the hell this past winter was all about but if Portland’s winter weather goes rogue again, I would likely only benefit by purchasing an all-wheel drive vehicle. The winter was snowy, icy, windy, and rainy – and BMW rear wheel drive cars are like the snowmobile’s evil cousin. But I did not budge. I bought another BMW. A sport coupe with ///M stuff, so stay tuned. Hence the project I mentioned earlier.
On another note, I Tri-Met to work. That’s not typical of a BMW driver is it? I wouldn’t know and nor does it matter. It would be overwhelming to assume what people on the bus think of you. Who really cares, right? I think it’s progressive to have options for your commute. It can be refreshing in the AM hours having different ways to arrive at a place you spend roughly 50-60 hours a week at. The Blessing is in the journey. I mostly keep my car at home. I enjoy preserving my miles. My frugality is in full practice. And I’m well aware of my carbon footprint. And that is what matters to me.
July and August in my city, one would typically want to stay in the “mix”(the young and I). Referring to the multiple festivals and concerts happening on the beautiful Downtown Portland Willamette water front. But no, if so, reluctantly. I just want to stay in my own lane. I have to admit, I would love to wash my car, by hand and then shine my matte black wheels with the extreme tire shine and ride down The K with a destination that is irrelevant to any well thought out productive goal I have in life. What does all that mean? The mentality of a 23, or maybe 26 year old who is still trying to prospect his life, in general. 5 years ago this summer I had moved back to Portland. Finishing my undergrad at University of Oregon was what held my head higher than ever when I was back living in my city
First weekend back, I rented a 2010 Chevrolet Camaro LS for the week, a white shark. Pulling out of National Rent-a-Car, looking in my peripheral as I notice the horrible visibility in this coupe, I begin to press on the gas and I experienced “Go”. I introduced myself to Bobby Brackins and Jay Rock as I cruised The K.
“Who was that guy..?” The People.
“Young Fresh College Grad..” I replied conceitedly.
In reality I’m a broke 24 year old who has no idea what life is all about. I drove the maro like it was mine, I owned it. Crashed one. I was a punk. Clueless, however, the next hardship would end dramatically with living contentedness. In terms of, I ended up wanting to be in my own lane, happily, and I didn’t think about irrelevant matters.
I drove and treated cars as they were my dependent. There were so many things that I needed to make amends to but I just wanted to drive fast. In the meantime, everything I did I grew more love for my city, I see what it’s about, and I know what moves it. No one would ever guess what great information was obtained during moments of mental oppression. Season’s of life change as people do as well.
The descent out of the Fall and Winter months is that enduring time, the storm is over now. Even though that may imply that one has had a rough Fall and Winter. But maybe so, considering we reside in the greater Northwest. And the rain, along with daily overcast just might depress someone.
Spring is when the city starts to come alive, local Brewery’s will start to open their outside patios for seating, Portlandia begins to drink their local brewed beers in the outside bar areas. The February Sun has always been bitter sweet, because we get the “light at the end of the tunnel” late Winter warmth.
When the Sun starts to set, and the east wind rolls in, it’s a quick reminder that we are still in the Winter months. So much for living, and the girl with short jean shorts needs a quick ride home to change after the evening temperatures hit the mid-40’s.
Californians see our February’s high 60’s in the midst of their December month, “meh..” they’ll tell you (Southern California mainly). The fact that I’ve seen snow in Maryland during the month of March just shows you that not everyone is living it up at the same time.
But why wait until the best weathered months of the year to live, because the Sun is shining? I’d like to live year around. Meaning, I’m not going to have my active-self prorogue until the Spring and Summer months. Learning how to embrace the season builds character; the lady I ran into at the U-Haul 4 years ago informed me that moving builds character. Later confirmed by Flossie Dickey (OR), “don’t fight it, live it..!”
So, it’s that time of year again, holiday season. For some folks, it’s the most wonderful time of the year, literally. Happy families, loving couples, and joyous children flame brightest at this time of year. It definitely is that time of year that will define, or at the least give you the better perspective of your life. The more you have going on, might define how important you are to the people around you. Can you afford great gifts for all your loved ones, or are you going to fly under the radar until January 1st? (I don’t blame you if you do!)
I’m not suggesting that if your holiday months are full of lonely nights and lacking Christmas party invites, that you aren’t the ideal [socially] successful individual. Holiday season for the single folks is a time where you can reevaluate your friends circle, how close you are to your family, and try not to reminisce too hard about your blissful Holiday seasons as a child. Most of us as we get older just want to get by December without going broke and/or missing a gift for a friend. The holiday spirit is one thing you cannot avoid, you walk into the local grocery store, and what’s that spirit you feel? That’s the snow flake decor by the beer, and the fake holiday tree in the mall driving you to get in the holiday mood.
The holiday season can be a very high emotional time for some folks, considering how exciting December was as a child. If you can’t enjoy it with a significant other as an adult, reminiscing the past might be all you have at times. Otherwise, I’m sure you’re looking forward to the holiday pub crawls and running into old high school flings, seeing people in town, and the fun holiday dinners. How about going all out for that “ugly sweater Christmas party”? This wouldn’t be a proper blog contribution if I didn’t mention a car. By the way, it’s way too cold, rainy, and dark often to wash it right? It’s not car buying season anyway, the only people test driving vehicles are those who are buying a loved one a new Mercedes-Benz or preferably a BMW for a Christmas gift. The wealthy.
Although this does not relate to ‘My City’, Portland Oregon, I am on my way back to my city from a 12 day Europe trip. I must admit, the cars, when I first left Keflavik International Airport was not the most impressive. As expected of course.
In Manchester, United Kingdom, and I’ve always heard from other car buffs in which I strongly agree with, it takes a certain type of person to de-badge a BMW. Well let’s just say roughly 95 percent of those people are drivers in the UK. The featured photo [above] is a view off of Iceland’s Highway 1, a quick reference to Iceland’s tourist car crash statistic.
I’m not quite sure the Icelandic driver will utilize much torque or horses in a BMW, considering the majority of the land is icy and graveled. However, the open roads in the summer are an ‘M’ car’s playground. Iceland had a very mundane tone about their cars, I didn’t see to many ‘car enthusiast’ in my opinion. In Manchester and Oslo Norway, it felt as if I was at a vehicle fashion show at times.
The newer C class Mercedes is probably the typical taxi vehicle in Manchester, Oslo on the other hand is very classy city when it comes to cars. Oslo is a very rich city; I can’t express how inspired I am now to upgrade to an E60 5 series. I’ll de-badge it, and punch on the gas when I’m on the freeway entrance ramp to remind myself why I drive a sleeper 550i.
The Summer solstice, June 21st, north of the equator, seems like an eternity ago because this summer has definitely proven the global warning theory. There were two weeks leading into the midst of the beginning of summer, and going into the 4th of July, where Portland did not see a day below 89 degree’s. I loved it, but I was overwhelmed by Summer activities going back into work on Monday following a three day holiday weekend after the 4th. Consider day drinking at Three Pools, Blues Festival, Oaks Park, and wedding shenanigans all in a 3 day span, honestly that’s my summer. With the temperatures above seasonal averages, everyone was exhausted, but at that point, Portland had only endured 15 days of Summer. Yes, there is more; so consider AC units Portlandia, investing in water activities, or realize that soon this hot weather will get played out in small talk at work and we’re going to need to find a new hi and bye chat in the elevators. In other words, love it, embrace it, you live in a city with true seasons.
Two more months to see the City that the mid-west would love to frequent. On my way back from Guatemala last month, I was sitting next to a couple on my flight descending into PDX. I could tell the couple was eager to talk with me, but due to Guatemalan protesters in Guatemala City, we had to get back into the city at 2 AM that prior night, meaning no sleep.
In other words, I’d be sleeping on all my flights coming home. In excitement of finally being home, I couldn’t help but to chat with the assumed happy couple as we descended into PDX. As they were looking past me at beautiful Mt. Hood outside the airplane window I was sitting next to (seat F), I asked them what are they doing in Portland, they simply replied, “vacation.” I was blown away, sort of.
I know Portland is on the up-rise, but it was flattering to hear them list all the things they had on their ‘Portland to-do list’; food carts, hikes, the coast, brewery’s, etc. Honestly this sounded like a Portland girl’s typical weekend. Do they not have those things in Indiana? I’m sure they do, but we should all appreciate what the culture of the greater Northwest has attracted to this area.
I know it’s been a while, better now than never yeah? However, Portland is approaching another beautiful summer, and moving forward my Saturday mornings will consist of wheel shining, interior cleaning and Washman visits. Right now the Blazers are facing elimination against the Memphis Grizzlies and I can’t image how much more frustrating a series will be assuming we come back and make history, play the Warriors, and watch Steph Curry and friends go to work.
It’s been a bitter sweet year for me, only because sports here in the Northwest has been dominated by the Midwest at some point. I highly appreciate my Oregon Ducks putting to rest the overrated play of the Florida State Seminoles. Then, 10 days later have a 4th string linebacker looking quarterback have his way with the Duck’s Defense. Thanks Cardale, much respect to the Buckeyes. Even the Oregon Ducks basketball team took an L to the Wisconsin Badgers.
Writing will be taking to me to Guatemala, Mexico in June, helping out the people of Ixchiuán, San Marcos. My rather ‘exceptional’ writing skills, I was told, is taking me international. Something I never thought of happening. I wonder what kind of cars they drive down there, we will see, so stay tuned.
Mid February, Portland was struck with a mild and rather temporary snow storm. This storm had shut down many businesses and the city was on pause for a weekend as ice proceeded late Saturday night into early Sunday morning. Fortunately, for those who wished to carry on with their lives, the ice was melted by Monday evening.
Although this mild storm had hindered me from wanting to go to the Portland Internal Auto Show that Saturday, the severity of it was only hyped up because of Portland’s lack of preparation. When you encounter ice on top of 6 or 7 inches of snow, don’t be surprised if you slide down a quarter flight of stairs on your way out the house like I did.
Portland’s had worse, and the frequency of these storms are consistent averaging three to four years apart. 2008 being the longest dreadful snow and ice storm I’ve seen living in Portland.
We are always better safe than sorry; therefore I love my city and everyone in and around it. My 2012 Chevrolet Cruze was dominated only one time during this storm. As I got carried away, I trucked up an apartment complex’s entrance hill and my front wheels eventually lost traction. My car began to slide back then it got turned sideways. Conveniently I slid back to the street and parked on the curb where I could avoid taking another ‘L’.
Besides that minor embarrassing defeat, and I’m pretty sure there were worse, I pretty much trucked through the streets and highways through the weekend.
Portland is beautiful, solute.