We settled up the bill and walked out to her car.
Just don't fucking move here after you fall in love with the place.
I wasn't planning on it.
Nobody ever plans on it, til they do.
We headed out.
Portland is a pretty city. Just before Chantel arrived, in the midst of my walk, I realized I could fall in love with the place. I tweeted out that Portland is the kind of place I could spend six nights in and end up with six different love stories.
One day with Chantel as my tour guide and I think I found twice that many love stories.
That tree is gorgeous.
We have a lot of those.
So what's up with this Powell's place?
It's a huge book store with all kinds of floors and cool shit. I need to go find a photographer book so this is perfect.
We found a place to park across the street from Powell's.
This place is so different than when I was a kid.
It smells better for one.
I took a deep breath. It smelled like a big city.
What did it used to smell like?
Yes. Unwashed assholes. And HAMHOCKS!
I almost fell into traffic in a laughing fit. That happens a lot with Chantel.
We walked across the street and into Powell's. All at once I got it.
So many stories of books.
C'mon, we're going to the top!
Along the way we passed a sign that Laurie Kilmartin was there the day before. We were both gutted. She's a badass comedienne and we both love that particular brand of comedienne.
She went to the photographer section. There were a bunch of coffee table books across from where Chantel settled in. I saw a Lovings photo book and got lost in it for awhile.
I stood there touching the pages, thanking them for opening the door for people like me and Samantha. Chantel tried to tell me about the photographer she was looking for but, I was too self-conscious of the tears in my eyes to face her.
I left her there for a bit and walked to a section of used collections. I found a four volume set of 1001 Arabian Nights. I sat right on the floor and breathed in the pages, soaked up the words and let my hands make love to the bindings.
I should have bought the set and dealt with getting them home later.
I bought nothing. I perused, touched, breathed in countless books.
Chantel found me.
C'mon, they don't have the book I want. I wanna show you the library I used to spend my time in when I was homeless.
She said it like it was nothing. Just some benign fact like, bookstores sell books.
We left and hit the street.