My last night in Portland. It’s been a whirwind of lavish parks, acres of roses, streetcars, BOOKS at Powell’s, good food, good martinis, more Powell’s, jaunts through neighborhoods, lots of friendly people. And as if that weren’t enough a new person to call friend.
JUDY the Wise and I met up on a rainy evening. I in raincoat and rainhat and her in nothing. I don’t mean to imply she was nude, no, not that. She is waterproof and doesn’t bother with such foolishness as rain garb. We had an Indian feast at The Bombay Cricket Club and luscious cocktails. There was much laughing, and yacking, and liberal use of profanity, and more laughing, and philosophizing, and picture taking, and some quiet time too. Our waitress kept subtly encouraging our exit, but we ignored her and plowed ahead with our bad selves.
That Judy. She’s a keeper.
So is this green temple I’ve found here in Oregon. As soon as I pulled into Portland I was struck by all the leafy trees. I have never seen so many trees in a city center.
I was stunned by the show the roses were putting on in Washington Park. Can you imagine 5 acres of color and fragrance to stroll through? Then can you imagine having practically the entire bunch of roses to yourself? You can’t can you?