An Umbrella Reversal

I have famously gone on record as being anti-umbrella. Living in the Pacific Northwest, using an umbrella is frowned upon by the locals. It’s just not “cool.” One of the surest ways Portlanders can identify people from out of town is when they’re walking in the rain carrying an umbrella. We even have a termContinue reading “An Umbrella Reversal”

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Keep Me Free From Birth

I’m walking through the cramped aisles of the used record store, shuffling through vinyl, searching for albums to add to my collection. George Harrison and Neil Young and Blondie are already tucked under my arm, awaiting their spins on my turntable, as I seek out additional treasures. It is a perfectly Portland Saturday afternoon, andContinue reading “Keep Me Free From Birth”

I Blessed the Banjo Player

It had been a while since Tara and I had gone to a live music performance. Almost three months, to be exact, and considering we saw four concerts during a one-month span after she moved here, the drought seemed especially long. So when we saw that one of our favorite bands, The Moondoggies, were playingContinue reading “I Blessed the Banjo Player”