I'm in Portland Airport, looking at all the cool turbaned sikhs. One of them works at security, sending out waves of cool-osity to all the people coming in to P-town for the first time. I'm not leaving, exactly; my nephew David is leaving the nest for the first time, lancing out to Ohio to meet his internet-met girlfriend (not the first time, BTW) and start a new life there. Impressive. Me, I'm just hopping a train to Vancouver, B.C., to visit a dear friend and soak up the Coove's unique brand of coolosity. The coolosity meters over here in Contemporary Northwest Coast are all off the scales....
that's all for now, hep-cats, I'm sorry about the no photo situation but my camera absquatulated on me....
K
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The Life and Rambling Times of a Lifetime Rambler
About Me
- El Gringo Perdido
- Now let me read my resume... Born out of wedlock, got feet o' clay- heavy headed, likes to think, something metal, could be zinc.
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