Nostalgia

Book delivery this morning took me through north Portland, a neighborhood that always brings back memories. First, from 1967, when we lived on N. Mississippi and I got it together as a writer, a time when I was hallucinating happiness with more intensity than before or since (how else to describe it, given that events proved this was one-sided); and then in the early 80s, as the first managing editor of the fledgling Oregon Business Magazine, I worked in an office in the same neighborhood, my last "9 to 5" job. After that, I took on the 24/7 job of a serious writer ha ha.

Memories, memories. The essay I'm researching brings on more.