The bus is ready to go. Headed down the 101. I feel like we’ve done this trip a hundred times, but then I feel like we’ve never done it. It all sort of runs together at times. I do know that this is the kids’ first southbound 101—out of Portland, … Read More
Brake Break
From Rockaway it was just a short hop back to Portland. Another Grammy visit. The bus brakes have gotten steadily worse the past month, so it was finally time to address them and get a full brake job done. Through some contacts we ended up at a shop just down … Read More
Date with Strangers
We had a little get-together at the pub the other day. We do these every now and again—inviting Bum friends to drop in and say hi face-to-face instead of through our usual virtual reality. People always ask us, “Isn’t it kind of weird meeting a bunch of people you don’t … Read More
Mississippi Street
Note: If you’re in the Portland area, we’re having a little get together/bus open house at 2:00 Sunday. Hopworks on SE Powell. This is nothing new, just a re-split of an old scar. There’s something natural about a boy and a bloody cut—you know that each cut is just one of … Read More
ABCDEFGHJI…
Peanut-butter cookies this time. I thought this was pretty funny. Ali bought this LeapFrog alphabet pad thing at Target. Just a cheapo little item for Ouest to practice her letters on. She had finished it in the car, and when she got home she brought it over to show me. … Read More
Poopy Hands
The other day we were at an RV park and I watched a man—for the hundredth time, at least—pull on an elbow length pair of rubber gloves before disconnecting his RV’s toilet hose. As I watched him all I could think about was what my grandpa would have thought if … Read More