A Hike in England

I still do a little travel writing for the Memphis Flyer, my former employer in my former hometown, and this week I had a report from a hike in the English countryside. Enjoy.

The Four-Train Loop Hike

I had another wonderful Pearl day yesterday: worked all day at home in my sweats, then walked up to OfficeMax and Safeway, and a friend came over for dinner. He took off, and another friend came for dessert — I’m such a social hub — but first we went for a walk.

To this point, I have basically always walked west — that is, into the Pearl. This time we decided to head for the river, crossing a vacant lot at 11th and Overton. This is a doggie leash-free park, and there’s a big sign on the corner, but in a month of living here I never bothered to read the sign. Probably just says “leash-free doggie park,” right?

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I am such a bachelor (with the New Apartment Blues)

I don’t mean that in some kind of “player” way, like I’m chasing the ladies around. But this morning I woke up and rolled out of bed — literally, since it’s just a mattress on the floor — and made coffee in my stovetop expresso thing, since that’s all I have. Walked past the pile of artwork that hasn’t been hung because I don’t have any hooks yet, and made some breakfast. That would be two eggs fried in butter (no butter dish, just a wrapper), in the $3.99 pan I got from Goodwill yesterday, stirred with a garage-sale wooden spoon, then eaten right out of the pan with the same spoon. It’s now 9:45 a.m. and I am still in my sweats.

An Evening in Florence

Third night of the trip, and I can start to feel the groove settling in. It starts in little moments, like getting a macchiato entirely in Italian, tossing it back, then standing in the doorway for a moment to put my shades back on before plunging back into the river of people. Or find a cool new street to walk down on the way to the hotel. Or starting to figure out which part of town is which: students here, rich folks there, more Arab-sounding folks somewhere else.

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A Portland Moment

This morning, I delivered self-published books to a New Seasons Market. Then I went in to shop and asked for dried cranberries, which I like in theĀ Bob’s Red Mill hot cereal that I buy at Food Front. A staffer with a pierced nose recommended someĀ local, sustainably-grown cranberries as being “nummy nummy.”

I walked outside with my rain hat on, because it’s about 42 and drizzly. On April 6. By the time I walk across the lot to Peets, which of course is full, no seats available, at 10 a.m. on a Wednesday, I have changed into my sunglasses. Continue reading “A Portland Moment”

Portland Breakfast iPhone App

You can now carry around Portland’s breakfast restaurants in your pocket. The Breakfast in Bridgetown App has well over 100 places in it, searchable by category, and also showing your local area with links to breakfasts. From each page, you can call them on the phone, visit their website, and get driving directions and even street-view!

All this for only $1.99.

Dig it!