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darkemeraldsOkay. That's that, then.
Since I had to put a couple of Saturday hours in at the office, I made a full afternoon of it and took a little detour on my way home. Bike shop, a couple of grocery stores, a route I've never used.
My aim was to see the Beverly Cleary Sculpture Garden in Grant Park, a tribute to the author of a series of children's books that little kids have loved since before I was born.
Cleary (who is 96 years old and still writing), grew up in Portland and set most of her stories in my neighborhood. Klickitat Street, where Beezus and Ramona live, is four blocks from my house.
So you'd think I'd have seen the sculpture garden, but I'd never even heard of it until today. I decided to go in search of it.
That's Ramona. I love her happy face and her too-big raincoat. Kids playing in the rain: very Portland.
And here's Henry and Ribsy. I love how Ribsy's back and ears have been petted shiny. While I was sitting there, a little girl came up and petted him and squealed with laughter.
I rode home on Klickitat Street (which is a bike boulevard nowadays), and spotted the tamale guy who sells six delicious fresh hot home-made tamales for five bucks out of a cooler he wheels around the neighborhood on Saturdays, so now I have dinner.
I arrived home to a subpoena, but that's a story for another day.
Since I had to put a couple of Saturday hours in at the office, I made a full afternoon of it and took a little detour on my way home. Bike shop, a couple of grocery stores, a route I've never used.
My aim was to see the Beverly Cleary Sculpture Garden in Grant Park, a tribute to the author of a series of children's books that little kids have loved since before I was born.
Cleary (who is 96 years old and still writing), grew up in Portland and set most of her stories in my neighborhood. Klickitat Street, where Beezus and Ramona live, is four blocks from my house.
So you'd think I'd have seen the sculpture garden, but I'd never even heard of it until today. I decided to go in search of it.
That's Ramona. I love her happy face and her too-big raincoat. Kids playing in the rain: very Portland.
And here's Henry and Ribsy. I love how Ribsy's back and ears have been petted shiny. While I was sitting there, a little girl came up and petted him and squealed with laughter.
I rode home on Klickitat Street (which is a bike boulevard nowadays), and spotted the tamale guy who sells six delicious fresh hot home-made tamales for five bucks out of a cooler he wheels around the neighborhood on Saturdays, so now I have dinner.
I arrived home to a subpoena, but that's a story for another day.