After driving back from Salem it was kinda late. 7:00ish or so. I wanted food. But I wanted a walk too. There was a place, a mile away, I could go there, so I did.
I grabbed my backpack, which was with me, put it on and started up hill. Then up more hill, to the flats of Boise Street. That’s where the destination was, right where Boise intersects with Foster Blvd. It’s a remodeled street with occasional pedestrian crossings. It was a quiet night, there was no traffic to speak of, certainly none on Boise. Just a car on 52nd Ave, who stopped and waved me to cross. I waved and mouthed “thank you.” In fact I was in a hurry, walking as fast as I comfortably can. At Foster I passed by the Fopo Tavern where I’d never been but need to, and past the Tambayan, where I had been, but too long ago. Soon I was at the spot where one of the street crossing is. Press the button, and flashing yellow light go on. A voice points out that traffic may not stop, so be careful (in English and Spanish). But they did stop. Yay! for traffic and their lights.
It was time for Char, a new pizza place. Another pizza place? Portland has plenty. There are eight within a mile of where we live. Jennifer had observed the plants outside weren’t kept up. I’d read a positive review. So I was ready to give it a try. It wa Is mostly empty. But I spotted a rack of pizza by the slices. To cut it to the short description, I had Hellspawn, Secret Agent Chubbsmcgee, and Pepprmint. I’m sure in the future I’ll have Feral Cat. Two of the three were vegetarian and fantastic. I
OK, I truthfully could have done well on just one slice. But I wanted to try a couple to find out what the place was like, and the last one, well it was just coming out of the oven. Fresh Pie!
It was a good thing to have walked. So I started to stroll home. It seemed like a lot of houses were dark. I’ll need to go out at night again, and check on how lit up the area is. As I got home I looked up and saw brightly shining starts. It seemed to be Jupiter and Saturn. Watching over (??) Portland in the late summer.
Back inside, it felt good. Jennifer and I will walk on over when she’s back.
