In Portland I had intended to take a picture of the outdoor swimming pool, which shared the same view of Interstate 205 with our room. However, two teenage girls were in the pool the first evening and I didn't want to risk spending the night on a hard mattress in a jail cell. I just plain forgot to follow up the next morning. But a traffic cam view should suffice.
Spectacular! I'm mildly dishevelled, having just completed a 25 minute run along the beach.
Florence, Oregon.
The Bellevue view.
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Betty walked into the bedroom yesterday, saw that I had changed into my tee-shirt and shorts for our workout, and proceeded to greet me with a "Hello, Bozo the Clown."
The kids caught wind of the above exchange and became curious about Bozo—who he was, what he looked like. Perhaps I'm the odd man out here, but because I didn't have a single graven image of Bozo in my extensive collection of books (which, BTW, includes an obscure art book whose cover is probably the only full-frontal nudity image at Amazon.com), I was momentarily pedagogically stumped. Well, wikipedia came to the rescue with this entry. In a previous age, this sort of situation would've required a trip to the library or pooh-poohed with insubstantive information. Ain't the internet great, wavy orange sideburns and all?
2 comments:
looks like u spent most of ur summer on the other side of the border?
Nope, a cumulative total of ten days. Maybe, just maybe[?] this is the US year for you.....
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