Ok, it’s been a few days and we’re starting to find our way around. Portland has a lot of charm (that’s the St. Johns Bridge to the right). It has it’s good and it’s bad just like any big city. Something kind of strange is the news. The news casters don’t seam to have the same pizazz as the news casters in the bay. What’s funny is the “MethWatch” on every news broadcast. Apparently our Washington based neighboring city Vancouver has one hell of a meth problem, and it has carried over to Portland. Doesn’t bother me much. I do come from the ghetto of the Bay Area. I’ve been around drugs my whole life. No skin off my nose.
Last night we hung out with Sammy, Sammy’s girlfriend Shannon, and Sammy’s Brother Matt. I forgot that he moved up here about 5 months ago. It was nice to see a familiar California face up here. We had a good time and good laughs. 
They explained some of the “ropes” up here. They even told us about nutria. There is a creek next to Sammy apartment that has a gang of nutria. I guess there is an old lady that feeds them every day, so they are pretty tame. These crazy little bastards have nipples on their backs. WTF?! Then they all wanted to go down and see them, but I said I would only do it if I could bring my shotgun. That’s when we met a drunk happy smilie guy that called himself Jake. He didn’t like the ideal of my shooting the little buggers. I was only joking. Oh well. I think he called Sammy gay, but in a polite way. Jake sure did hit that nail on the head.
I think Oregon will treat us well. We just have to get settled in a little more.