Making time for this, for that, but we still run out of time. On the run? From a Beaverton Farmers Market morning to a Waterfront Blues Festival evening, all the different faces turned into a blur. Some faces, not all.
CHANCE MEETING WITH A F4 FIGHTER PILOT
A chance meeting along the banks of the Willamette River in downtown Portland was the best break I’ve had in a while. I met a man named Jim after I asked about his dog. Dogs are a good icebreaker, and we shared a common breed, a doodle dog. One thing led to another, and I […]