The usual routine

Cruising, brooding, breakfast at Nobby's. Both the owner and his wife were there, so we had a "catch up" chat, and I learned some new rumors about one of the regulars from "the good old days." C. has done a good job keeping Nobby's with the same feel while at the same time surviving as a business in a gentrified neighborhood. It's the last strand to the 80s for me, Portland's Golden Age. It's not my city any more, but this is one of the oldest stories on the planet (a major theme, in fact, in Brown's Love's Body. But reading about it and living it are two different things ha ha.)

Hope to get in a long, good work day.