My sojourn continues, this last week primarily in or adjacent to Portland. I left behind my relatives house in the forested hills, taking MBW and the HA to the airport early in the morning. But not before taking a couple of pictures of uninvited visitors the evening before.
I took a hotel room in Southwest Portland, about a quarter of mile from the condominium I lived in for fifteen or so years. I met an old friend in Lake Oswego, arriving early and using the time well. 
The next day I made way to the Pearl District in Portland and visited a place I’ve spent countless hours: Powell’s Books. I limited myself to only a few purchases. Then I met another old friend and visited a couple of brewpubs.
Powell’s was one of two loci of nostalgia I revisited. The other was the Bagdad theater, where I caught the new Deadpool flick and enjoyed a couple pints of Hammerhead. The place retains its allure, though I recall a time many, many years ago that one could get a pint, a hamburger, and the movie ticket for $10. Yes, I know: Old man yells at clouds. 
I’ve been spending the last several days at the home of friends. The squirrels and hummingbirds have kept me company as well. The nearby brewpub is under (to me) new ownership. I approve of the job done, and found a secret society I’d actually be willing to join.
I’ve met with more old friends, visited more brewpubs, but I think at this point you’ve got the picture. The trip nears its end. I’ll be winging back to Casa Lizzi on Tuesday. So next week’s post will be back to the usual fare.
This week’s post brought to you by the audio version of Semi-Autos and Sorcery.