Gabriel took me to an enchanting, old-fashioned shop out in the wilds of industrial North Portland and the critical question is: can a typewriter pass as transatlantic carry-on luggage?
One last coffee and then it was time to go. As the train pulled out of town Stevie texted, hoping to hang out. We missed each other once again; maybe we’ll catch up in NYC, London, or somewhere unspecified.
Oh, Portland – eight years after I moved away I still love you with the same hopeless passion.
