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FOREVER SEARCHES, PARTS 1-5

Forever searches are not futile. You’ll eventually find what you’re looking for, along with other finds along the way. Keep looking and you’ll find it in the end. If you don’t, then it’s not the end.

DRUG ADVERTISING BUG GET YOU?

Drug advertising comes on all of the time now, a persistent flow of ‘you’ll feel better if you take our pill.’ One second you’re watching the Oregon Ducks closing out the Iowa Hawkeyes at the 70,000 seat Kinnick Stadium, named after Heisman Trophy winner Nile Kinnick, and the next you’re watching a lovely family picnic […]

FOOD PREP MARATHON: BIRTHDAY BRUNCH

My food prep marathon lasted three days. The images here come from a tasty night in LA to set the mood. I’ve had other cooking marathons, but this one combines a few of them. It began with the idea of hosting a breakfast brunch. Hmmmm ? ? ?

DOG WALKING: THE LONG WAY HOME

Dog walking is the key to longevity? Whose longevity, your’s or the dog? And how far do you need to walk? My advice?

SEASONAL COLORS DREAM WITH MOMO

Seasonal colors of all shades come in Oregon, although this feels like a lot. One of the perks of walking around the block is passing this collection of flora. That’s no Douglas Fir tree with the spikey bark. Since it’s not an invasive species it’s all good. What’s better? Seasonal sushi at Momo.

FEELING DOWN BUT NOT OUT?

It’s been a minute since 2017 but I remember feeling down. I wasn’t helpless, but needed help, and got it. Since then I’ve thought of others who need help the same way. Back then it was medical treatment for me. The first day was a big one. I started by showing up.

FANCY PARTY, OR JUST ANOTHER DAY?

I’ve been to a fancy party. One. And it was fine. It was also enough. The purpose was to mingle museum staff with board members. The place was a twelve thousand square foot home in Portland’s West Hills. It was a beauty and worth dressing up for. I wore my nice jacket.

WINTERING WINE AND ROTHKO

Wintering wine is what it looks like with the grapes gone to juice. Wine country in Oregon’s Willamette Valley at ground level where the fruit had been. The turning leaves paint a splash of color across the hillsides this time of year. What’s it remind you of?

LOVE LETTER TO READERS AND SUBSCRIBERS

Who remembers the first love letter you wrote? Did you send it? Either way, it’s all about the intent. You were moved to express your feelings. I don’t know about you, but I remember my first.

ANOTHER TIME, ANOTHER PLACE

Part of the job in writing a blog like boomerpdx is reading The New Yorker. That’s where I found The Fifties by Monica Ferrell. She’s got a website loaded up with the works. The works?