This was a 45-mile drive that somehow took 4 hours. We stopped for lunch at a nice outdoor dining restaurant, but Michelle got pretty worked up during the wait and I elected to return to the bus. After waving to the waiter to bring the food to-go and getting the nod, we were hanging out in the shade, Michelle a bit vociferous when the Cop showed up.
“Again?!” I thought. This young man, like the last, was super friendly and got it before I could get the word Alzhei… out. I’m so chill when this happens now. Oh, look, the Cops. Meh. Some well-meaning soul just wanted to make sure I wasn’t driving bamboo under her nails. Or Mo’s nails. I get it but it does speak to how few people in Michelle’s condition—and there are many—are seen in our world.
Lots of bumper to bumper through Portland and I am so happy that my city driving is at a minimum. It’s… unnatural! Then into the intoxicating streets of Portland! This city is just beyond lovely and the NE neighborhood had, just a hundred feet from our really tight little Airbnb, had several sidewalk seating friendly-classy restaurants.
We chose a Thai place, YUI, I believe, and it was home cooked food prepared by Mom and the service was so friendly. Rosalyn Newhouse and I groaned with the first bites which is a sure sign of approval. It was so great to meet her as she has been helping me edit my books, but we had never met face to face.
Michelle was sleeping just a hop away, so I had this free moment and Mo met his doppelganger.
Our hosts were Russians or Russian Israeli’s and they had many super nice touches in the place. I took note for my Airbnb. Does that mean I can write the trip off?!
I love this city and whatever you do, don’t believe a word of put down, it’s nonsense.
