My cousin came down from Tacoma with his two girls, nine and eleven, today. They may be way older than Ouest, but she didn’t care one bit. And the girls were exceedingly nice and super patient with her. It was obvious their mom had given them the full run down on how they were going to act today. Sweet as pie with the two-year-old. Ouest had a great time, and they were barely out the door before she started telling us, “Me miss Any (Ainsley). Me miss Emma.”

Portland summed up in two cars. An 80s Volvo and a 70s VW bus. If a Subaru Forester had been parked there we would have gotten the trifecta.