I'll miss the record stores, especially Mississippi; I'll miss the parks and farmers markets; Dove Vivi's cornbread pizza, Por Que No's chorizo tacos, and Broder's pytt i panna; the beer, especially Upright #4; affordable everything; seeing bands at Doug Fir, Mississippi Studios, and the Cherry Sprout Produce Market; having an independent coffee shop that roasts their own beans on every corner; surfing on the coast; the crowd at last Thursday; the three different color-coded recycling bins; and the bike paths. (I won't miss the endless rain nor the pretentious and jaded bartenders; the lack of jobs; or the people who stop at intersections when they don't have a stop sign.) But most of all, I'll miss sipping coffee in my hammock on the front porch, especially on a sunny Sunday morning with a book or newspaper in hand, as kids and dogs play, yell, and bark in the park across the street. Goodbye Portland.
A good-bye is never painful unless you’re never going to say hello again. You have just shared such wonderful music. I like the intro, I used to play electric guitar and now I'm practicing the how to play the intro of Paul's Song. :D Thanks mate!
A good-bye is never painful unless you’re never going to say hello again. You have just shared such wonderful music. I like the intro, I used to play electric guitar and now I'm practicing the how to play the intro of Paul's Song. :D Thanks mate!
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