The sole lesson gleaned by 8th Grade Girlfriend Megan’s five-year-old daughter Olivia after last night’s bedtime reading of Pride: The Story of Harvey Milk and the Rainbow Flag made me feel seen.
Today was a pretty rad day in my life for a few reasons, but if the following Twitter vid of a baby deer is all I remember about it I won’t even be mad.
In order of no order.
garden brunch with Kari’s parents at Kari’s childhood home
quality time with Saph and Jeremy
Gay Running Club
the bronze tree in the Beverly Cleary Children’s Library
the real tree across the street from our hotel
the fact that there’s a street named after Harvey Milk
Petunia's Pies & Pastries
The Portland trip was hecka hecka dope, but I’m not gonna share pictures or words about its hecka hecka dopeness until mañana cuz I absolutely must finish John Glynn’s unputdownable memoir Out East as soon as possible.
I was sipping an IPA as Bevan got intimate with a non-meat something or other on gluten free bread at Kenny & Zuke's Delicatessen in downtown Portland yesterday afternoon when who walked past our table but my current friend/former colleague Kevin and his wife Vicky whom I had not seen in nine years. I bounced out of my chair and skipped outside to hug them on a sidewalk that none of us had set foot on before. They’re still living in Chicago but had arrived in Portland just hours earlier to attend a wedding.
How many seemingly trivial, throwaway decisions had been made in the near decade since the last time we saw one another for all of us to have wound up on the same corner at the same moment in Portland, Oregon?
A damn lot of them.
Portland is for miracles, y’all.