I got on the TriMet with a box full of French pastries from Saint Honoré Boulangerie. I must've looked disoriented from inefficiently walking several miles to the transit stop. An older woman (again, in her sixties) eyed my box and said, "Ooh, sit next to me! Sit next to me!" I shrugged. "Okay."
She asked to see what I got, and we chatted briefly about the bakery. I said I was visiting from Chicago. She visited once, long ago, back when there was a Riverview Amusement Park. Before she alighted, she quickly went through a timeline of her life -- from being born in Texas to eloping when she was 17 and moving to Portland, where she has lived ever since. She showed me a ring her friends had gotten her from Fiji and said she'll write a book someday.
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