When I first moved to Portland and the people of Beaverton reminded me not to go the East side of Portland. I eventually survived living there. They remained in Beaverton.

Reading a novel in Spanish. Actually it is a kids book. My wife walks around life seeking every chance to speak Spanish. I see every chance in learning Spanish as one to draw a picture.

El Vecino by Koen Van Biessen

We paint our own story having never painted before. The colors never blend perfectly. That is the beauty of it all.

It was great to play a round of pool on date night. Sams Billiards is perfect for that. The perfect wife, the perfect song on the jukebox describes a perfect Sunday night.

On the way home, We walked hand in hand past this phone booth in the Hollywood district in Portland Oregon – quizzically the phone was ringing.

It started to snow and the flakes danced in the street lights. I felt great, a little bit cocky and walked over to the ringing phone booth.

And paradoxically picked up the receiver.

Hello

“Hi we have been trying to reach you about your expiring car warranty”