Our connection has been fixed, so I'm back, with today and yesterday's journal entries to post.
Today has been a glorious day. I'm off to the Olympics to finish the week in a tent and cabin, with stinky cigars hanging from my teeth and bachelors all around.
Then on Saturday, we celebrate Independence Day by watching a good friend tie the knot.
I wandered down to the photo shop to pick up some photographs. In the set was one picture of a "Benson Bubbler," a traditional Portland fountain, bubbling with super-delicious Bull Run water.
Then I was off to the cigar shop to pick up a few cigars for the festivities.
And on the way home, Roy was playing guitar in the park.
I am amazed again and again by this rough, bearded veteran and his guitar. Today, I met him, and maybe someday in the future I'll ask if he would play a few tunes with me.
Another man in the park looked at me and nodded his head in Roy's direction. "He's really good, isn't he?" he asked me with a serious look. I smiled at him and nodded once.
