I don’t like to travel, but I spent part of my vacation in Portland impersonating a street person. It was hard. And I had some unique experiences.
The bruises have healed and the picnic table has been carted away, but I have been left with a strange phenomenon. PTSD – Picnic Table Suspicion Disorder.
Mum was a connoisseur of pancakes, having strict criteria for the definition of perfection. I love Mum’s recipe for pancakes and I know you will, too.