Portlandia II

[Read Part I] I woke in a daze, curled up meekly beneath my motel sheets.  It took a moment for the outside world to register, and I fumbled for my phone. No messages. I reached for the TV remote and thumbed my way to the news without crawling out from under the covers.  I needed … More…

Portlandia I

I rolled into Portland just after sundown on a Friday.  The Occupy movement was in full swing, and Stanhope was in town.  Two unrelated events with potential entertainment value.  I threw a change of clothes and one of my pistols in my gym bag and hit the road. I don’t belong in Portland.  Nevermind the … More…