Everyone needs a little time away so we took to the train to Portland or P-Town. I’m not sure the fine people of Portland call their city “P-Town” but we heard it a few times. Great place to visit for a long weekend plus there is no sales tax and the dollar is slightly in our favour. The food is very delicious. There was music. And the book store. You must go to Powell’s Book Store on Burnside. Also, known as the biggest bookstore west of the Mississippi. It is bookstore heaven. New, used, and rare books on four levels stretching one city block. Across the street is the sciences bookstore. There is something for everyone. Every price point. I spent hours every day, e-v-e-r-y day wandering the aisles. Used books, new books and baby books for three little people. I found a Robert McKee’s STORY, a rare used copy of Georgette Heyer, three research books, a couple of Brennan Manning, and a Nouwen, Dr. Jill Bolte Taylor’s book, My Stroke of Insight, wonderful baby books, two novels by favourite authors, and a lovely little book on the art of the personal letter. Book. Heaven. Now to make time to read and write after work.
Stay safe and loved.