Our Portland routine rarely changes very much. We hang out around the house a lot, playing with new toys and digging out old ones. We visit the park across the street daily. We spend time cleaning whatever old vehicle we have around at the time. We hit the ice rink on … Read More
Portland—End of the Road
Two-thousand four-hundred and seventy-five miles down the road from St. Paul, Minnesota, is a little place called Portland, Oregon. When we woke up in Pendleton today everyone was ready to get there and see Grammy. We bombed through the Columbia Gorge to get there. The road trip was excellent. Our … Read More
Brake Break
From Rockaway it was just a short hop back to Portland. Another Grammy visit. The bus brakes have gotten steadily worse the past month, so it was finally time to address them and get a full brake job done. Through some contacts we ended up at a shop just down … Read More
Date with Strangers
We had a little get-together at the pub the other day. We do these every now and again—inviting Bum friends to drop in and say hi face-to-face instead of through our usual virtual reality. People always ask us, “Isn’t it kind of weird meeting a bunch of people you don’t … Read More
Mississippi Street
Note: If you’re in the Portland area, we’re having a little get together/bus open house at 2:00 Sunday. Hopworks on SE Powell. This is nothing new, just a re-split of an old scar. There’s something natural about a boy and a bloody cut—you know that each cut is just one of … Read More
ABCDEFGHJI…
Peanut-butter cookies this time. I thought this was pretty funny. Ali bought this LeapFrog alphabet pad thing at Target. Just a cheapo little item for Ouest to practice her letters on. She had finished it in the car, and when she got home she brought it over to show me. … Read More