Portland Saturday Market...

On Saturday, October 8 Allan wrote...


Today we had a beautiful sunny day in the mid-60's after an entire week of gray clouds and rain, day and night. We headed out to the Portland Saturday market, which is all about crafts, artisans and--oh yeah--more dreadlocks, tattoos, beards and hippy styled folks than I've seen since 1965. Nice. Peaceful people. Social conscience.

The market runs from March until Christmas eve every Saturday and Sunday. It's on the Willamette riverfront and was filled with people seeking sunshine after a dull week of rain. Becky bought a skirt and I picked up a tie-died t-shirt for my little four-month old grandson. After some wandering we stopped at the Mayflower Cafe for an early dinner, then headed home.

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I've spent quite a bit of time writing articles during the last week, most of it for IdeaLaunch and Constant-Content. I've had a lot of help from Bernie--the cat who likes almost everyone he meets.

Bernie seems to think (if I can wax anthropomorphic for a moment)
that sitting on my keyboard will somehow get him even more attention
than usual. Or maybe he just wants to get his POV into the article.
I don't know, but he is very determined.

Then, if dominating the keyboard isn't
enough, he climbs up on my shoulder and
just hangs out while I think and type. Hmmm.
Some kinda wonderful cat companion.

Today I took the dogs for a walk up the long hill that leads to the blackberry patch. There's an uncut field that runs along-side the path we took. Right at the margin of that field there are occasional stunted, scrappy blackberry bushes growing--in spite of having been bush-hogged the last time the field was cut. They're only a couple feet tall and have very few berries on them.  Yet Diesel, the lab/retriever mix, must have had a hunger for fresh fruit. He happened to pass by one of those tiny bushes, sniffed around until he found a berry or two, then ate a few of them right off the plant. To my surprise, he walked another 20 yards, straight over to another lone bush, and again snatched the berries off the bush. And again a few yards further up the hill.

I've never seen a dog eat blackberries. He does like raw carrots, and always searches for a certain kind of grass to eat when we take him on his walks up and down the road.  I was curious why dogs might eat grass and things that grow from the dirt. One web site had this strange explanation:  "...because dog diets are primarily made up of herbivores, that grassy taste [dogs seek] may be reminiscent of the cattle or lamb product they had for dinner." Personally, I think he's eating to get the balance of fresh food and fiber. Who can tell?

Loving the Pacific Northwest

On Saturday, October 1 Allan wrote...

Becky and I have been in Kalama, WA for exactly two weeks now. We're enjoying the picturesque scenery replete with mountains (The Cascades), the Columbia River in the distance and countless towering Douglas Fir trees with branches so thick they stand like giant, bristly brushes ready to scrub the sky. Or something like that.

One foggy morning around 7AM. A beautiful day followed.

Columbia River at the Kalama river walk area. Late afternoon.

The two dogs and cats we're caring for are sweet and affectionate little guys.  One of the cats has befriended me and claimed my lap and my shoulder as a couple of his preferred places to hang out. Diesel, the retriever mix (see pics on prior post), is a giant puppy in temperament. He seeks out affection at every turn, loves to run like the wind and is a big-time grass eater on his daily walks. Guess he's at least part vegetarian. Sandy, in spite of her age, is spry, active and accustomed to getting up close and personal -- standing with front feet on your lap while she gazes into your eyes as if she's just found her new BFF.

Today we went to one of Portland's seven farmer's markets. It's on the campus of Portland State University and thus is known as the PSU Farmer's Market. See portlandfarmersmarket.org for much more info. It's not as big as the Fiere Libre market in Ecuador, but had a decidedly different feel.

Almost everything here is organic, free of all chemicals. Locally grown.

For those who love meat, this guy has it all.
We passed on the meat but have to admit that
we were curious about the yak and elk.

Here we had a "Moneyball" breakfast. Shitake mushroom gravy
over delicious biscuits with an egg over easy topping it off.

Yes, a different feel...

There is something about Portland. It feels like a throwback to earlier days in this country when people smiled at one another as they passed on the street. Where no one is a stranger. On the free streetcar ride yesterday we watched a woman sit down next to a man and strike up a lengthy conversation about cats, just as if they'd known one another for a long time. That doesn't happen on the subway in NYC. Or on the MARTA train in Atlanta. Drivers motion you to "go ahead, take the turn" to let you into traffic. Shop owners are always ready to chat. People here are polite and friendly. Just this week there was a newspaper article about descendants of Lewis and Clark, of expedition fame, who decided to make amends to indigenous American Indians for thefts committed by the original Lewis and Clark hundreds of years ago. The little Portland newspaper has an entire column dedicated to charitable events happening this week, highlighting socially conscious people doing things to help their brothers and sisters--with complete details on how you can get involved. Finally, yesterday while we were eating lunch at a Bridgeport Brew Pub, Becky started a conversation with a waitress about her beautiful hair. Another customer, a lady sitting by herself at the next table joined in. After a few minutes of discussion about shopping, this lady named Jane offered to drive us to her personal favorite shopping area in the 23rd Avenue district. And she did, saving us a half-hour walk. When we arrived at the shopping district Jane showed us how to take the streetcar back to where our car was parked. Sorry to say, that would probably never happen in Atlanta. Not the "striking up the conversation in the restaurant" part, nor the "I'll drive you there" part. THANK YOU Jane.

Yep, it's different than the ATL.  I like it a LOT.  

I'm just  beginning to find the great food here. Becky and I had lunch yesterday at Bridgeport Brew Pub (which, BTW, runs its own charitable activities). Check out www.bridgeportbrew.com for info. I was tempted by the "meat pie," as I've got an on-going interest in what is commonly called "Shepherd's Pie." But I stuck to my veggie dietary focus and decided to go for the "Vegan Extravaganza" (not their words) and ordered one.  

It's what I call the "Veggie Extravaganza"
Sooo good.

I'm glad I did. If you read any of Carlos Castaneda's books about don Juan back in the 1970's, you might remember how Carlos described don Juan's eating habits. He said that don Juan became totally focused on his food and its eating. Nothing interfered. Nothing intervened. The great master, don Juan, was eating...and doing nothing else. That's how this meal was for me. Lots of "live" food including kale, black beans, corn, avocado, peppers, quinoa, sweet potatoes, a bit of soy and more--all heated to perfection.  Deliciouso!

Yesterday while in Portland we also went to Powell's bookstore. Amazing place. Becky picked up a few art books at great prices, while I succumbed to a Robert Heinlein scifi story I don't think I read 30 years ago: Tunnel in the Sky. The store has several stories in two buildings. Here's a map of the store. It came in really handy because the place is huge.

Powell's Bookstore gettin' around map. Amazing place.

We wrapped up the day in downtown Kalama where Becky did some antique shopping and found some neat stuff. Kalama is a small town but it's got several antique shops, a grocery, a Subway, a liquor store, drug store, Poker Pete's (super pizza place) and all the basic things one could need. Here's a look down "Main Street."

Kalama WA main street

That's all for now. Time to stir up some of that great food we bought today at the PSU Farmer's Market!