I hung out in Eugene last week where it rains every day so the air is fresh and clean. Old people my age don’t care for rain so Eugene is not a retirement mecca — more of a youth mecca, a real Alt sort of town for hikers and bikers and vegans and people with multicolored hair. A lifestyle town, with not so many suit-and-tie guys like me. That’s fine. My former father-in-law was named Eugene and so the town feels friendly to me. And the university is there, so there’s plenty of ambition in the air.
Sat in a bar Friday night with Meiko, Christopher and Keely, talking about barred owls, aging, Ireland, limericks, everything other than what’s been in the news lately, and I asked Meiko about her Japanese ancestry, and out came a wonderful story.
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