life is interesting.
it seems like just the other day i was standing, at work looking around, and said to myself,"how did i end up as a street vender, in the middle of down town portland, oregon?"
today i looked up, from what i was doing, and saw mount mc kinnly. while i may have spelled it wrong it's still the highest mountain in north america, and there it was right out in front me huge, neon pink, in the rising sun...
i looked around at the foundation of the 600,000 dollar house i'm working on framing, and said "hmmm.. this is so much more fun than selling food at a street cart, and so different."
life is a trip, with no definate destination.
it seems like just the other day i was standing, at work looking around, and said to myself,"how did i end up as a street vender, in the middle of down town portland, oregon?"
today i looked up, from what i was doing, and saw mount mc kinnly. while i may have spelled it wrong it's still the highest mountain in north america, and there it was right out in front me huge, neon pink, in the rising sun...
i looked around at the foundation of the 600,000 dollar house i'm working on framing, and said "hmmm.. this is so much more fun than selling food at a street cart, and so different."
life is a trip, with no definate destination.
What did you vend in Portland?