Come for the bacon-maple bars, stay to get married
The long and winding road? Life in the fast lane? Ramblin’ Man? Cruisin? Get your kicks on route 66? Hit the road jack? I can’t drive 55? Take the long way home?
No matter what I do, I can’t manage to come up with a title for this post that doesn’t suggest or directly quote the title of a road song.
Must be my current frame of mind.
The moving van arrives at 7:00 tomorrow morning to pack up my stuff and drive it away. I’m packing up my garage on Friday and then I’m driving away.
Thus endeth a hair over 28 months here in Phoenix, Arizona as I look ahead to returning to the Portland metropolitan area, Oregon.
And according to the weather man in Portland, it may top 83 degrees on Monday, the 4th of July and maybe 87 the next day. I think those will be the overnight lows in Phoenix on those days.
But, as I’ve said before, it ain’t about the heat. OK, it’s not completely about the heat. It’s about the heat a little.
At any rate, the thing I hate to do the most – move – is about to happen again and though I’m never perfectly happy when I have to move, I’m at least happy with the end result of this one. By Sunday evening, I should be in my new place in Beaverton, Oregon and looking forward to spending the 4th of July with some old friends.
Oh, and the post picture? Perhaps one of the funkiest establishments anywhere, a local Portland fave, and definitely helping to “Keep Portland Weird,” 24 hours a day – Voodoo Doughnut, The Magic is in the Hole…
