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SERVING BITTER TRUTH ON SPECIAL WITH A SIDE OF MOVE ALONG

What’s worse than seeing a big strong man taken down by bitter truth and forced to accept responsibility for their actions?
They say what they need to say, then say it again when more details come out.
And there’s always more details.
I’m left asking why this happens so often? It’s disturbing, disruptive, and ultimately disappointing.
To quote Nancy Kerrigan, “Why, why, why?”
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THE ART OF FRIENDSHIP, OR WHY YOU DON’T HAVE ANY FRIENDS

If you want to experience friendship, have friends, be generous.
Loan money, loan tools, loan your car.
That’s also the way to experience friendlessness when they don’t repay, return, and crash your car.
The other way is spending time together.
My wife says I don’t have any friends because the only people I spend time with are our kids.
And she’s wrong.
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A PORTLAND QUEEN IN KING CITY

This morning found me looking at my back tire the way this guy’s feeling about his tire.
I was probably more surprised since I wasn’t out four wheelin’, just a car sitting in the driveway.
Right away my plans changed from finishing a blog post and moving on, to finishing a blog post and limping down to Les Schwab.
That’s where I met a Portland Queen in King City.
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UNDERSTANDING REGIONAL EMOTIONS BY WEATHER

My California girl wife discovered regional emotions in her business.
With empathy and experience she learned more about people by where they we’re from than where they are.
I helped out with my research, and The Beach Boys.
She grew up in the next town over from them.

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NW PORTLAND FROM 1980 TO YESTERDAY

I take snap shots of NW Portland, not out of nostalgia but celebration, where you walk past buildings like this block after block.
It’s the only area in town where authentic city life happens, where new people arrive, settle in, and walk from apartment to work.
That’s the plan, the dream, and when it works it’s worth a cheer.
Yesterday was a big cheer.
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BoomerPdx And End Of Life Debate

Oregon wins the trifecta for end-of-life discussion. 1. Oregon Senate Bill 451 establishes the nation’s first state registry of people’s wishes for end-of-life care. 2. U.S. Rep. Earl Blumenauer’s H.R. 1898 allows funds for doctors discussing end-of-life choices with their patients. 3. The state has allowed physician-assisted suicide/death with dignity as a final option. In […]

BOOMER HEALTH INDEX

When No News is Good Boomer Health News. Just when you’ve turned the corner and feeling better, clothes fit better, face looks more like you remember looking, something happens. You forget to move. You decide not to get up. You don’t feel making an effort is worth the reward. You’re tired. Now what? You could […]

Health Writing? Start With Cancer And Drill Down

  Health writing is about bringing hope to the afflicted. Cancer writing, not so much. One is about the future and the steps to make it better. The other is layered with dread.   One is about improving conditions, about personal bests, about gains; the other is layered with dread.   Health writing brings nutrition, […]

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TOO OLD TO RETIRE YOUNG?

Sixty Is The New Sixty In The Garden. The dream used to be make a million before you’re thirty and retire. You’ve seen these people, these young retirees? They travel, learn new languages, stay in shape. In other words they’re bored to death and need to keep finding challenges before their brains shut down completely. […]

How Older Men Express Themselves When No One Is Around To Call BS

  I knew older men who’d been everywhere, done everything, and could drive any car ever invented.   They’d had every job from sales executive to mailman, to factory worker, to fighter pilot in three wars. Sometimes it was true.   One of them said he was shot down and imprisoned on a Japanese held […]

DON’T MEAN NOTHING? OR EVERYTHING?

The Torture Report. All war anniversaries, from WWI, to Pearl Harbor, to closing the operational command in Afghanistan, feel the same. It’s all Vietnam. That war played out on the nightly news through junior high and high school for my classmates. It was the war older brothers were drafted for, the war that robbed another […]

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INVITATION FROM PORTLAND: WHAT’S MY NAME?

An old Russian saying explains it this way: The much loved are called by many names. With that in mind, Portland must be much loved by the number of names it has. Stump Town. Soccer City, USA. River City. Rip City. Rose City. Beervana. Bridge City. And they all fit. Just like weather that changes […]

Edward Hopper’s Portland?

The Perfect Painter For Dark Days Of The Soul. You’re not the first Portland baby boomer to wake up on a Sunday with no NFL games that matter. No early game, no late game, no Football Night In America game. You’re depressed, but don’t want to admit it’s because of no football. College ball is […]

PORTLAND 1980: HOW TO SETTLE IN A NEW TOWN

    One song stuck with me on the bus ride from NYC to Portland 1980: The second verse of Lodi, by Creedence Clearwater:   I rode in on the Greyhound I’ll be walkin’ out if I go I was just passin’ through Must be seven seven months or more Ran out of time and […]

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