72 hours in Oregon:
Exciting electrical storm right at 5pm. Tree branches in the streets.
Heard crashing percussive music coming from an alley and was pleasantly introduced to the Last Regiment of Syncopated Drummers.
Well of Loneliness at Fontanelle Gallery. They built one and put it in the middle of the room.
Dinner (which included a scotched quail egg) at Gilt.
Boarded plane for tiny airport in North Bend, Oregon so that I could go to the Shutter Creek Correctional Institution which is out in the middle of nowhere on the costal range overlooking the ocean. Had some professional stuff to do there which surprisingly gave me a fresh, more optimistic set of eyes about rehabilitation.
But it was rainy and gray so I scratched my plan to go hiking (or to rent an ATV and ride around in the sand dunes. NEXT TIME.) and managed to make an early flight back to Portland.
Saw a lot of people dressed like clowns walking through downtown back in Portland, probably having something to do with the Rose Festival, or perhaps it was more sinister.
Went running (?!), found Copper River salmon on sale, skipped the Rose Parade and cleaned my house, and then went to the Dolly Hoot night at Mission Theater, which featured a variety of great Portland musicians covering Dolly Parton.