As Night Falls

As night falls, I pull down the shades, turn down the lights, and get ready for another cozy night in Portland.

I have a cup of tea; sometimes as a treat I have hot chocolate.

Get out my journal and write about what I did today.

I write for what seems like hours.

I set down my pen and my journal.

Yawn and stretch.

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Sip the last of my tea.

Off with the lights.

I’m at peace.

Good night.

I Come From...

… a little town west of the Appalachians, west of the mighty Mississippi, west of the Rockies, and west of the majestic Cascade mountains.

It’s a town divided by a river, across which span several bridges.

To some folks it is a big city, to others a small town.  To still others, myself included, it is a big city with a small town feel to it.

It is known by many names:

• Bridgetown
• Stump Town
• River City
• The Rose City
• Microbrew Central

My little town, my city, my home was named as the result of a coin toss in the 1800s.

It’s not much, but it’s my home, my little slice of Heaven, along the banks of the Willamette River.

I come from …