365-066 Coffee Memories

Stumptown, an early coffee roaster of Portland. I recall visiting there, talking with the owner, and listening to him enthuse about his roaster, imported from Germany. And I thought, “going into coffee roasting? Now? This cannot be a way to make a living. Good luck to you.” Boy was I so wrog.

365-063 What A Crowd

There are more people to the left. This is the fall’s gathering of people who believe in vaccinations. We must be on top of Covid. This was my longest waiting in line for a jab.