
Part of The First Tee organization, the nine-hole course in suburban Portland provides a safe environment for kids to learn the game of golf - and the life skills that usually surround learning the game of golf. Green fees are $5, but if you don't have $5, I don't think there is much of a problem. Don't have a set of clubs? Look around - people bring their used clubs to the course. Find a set. Grab some balls and learn the ancient game. Play golf!


Just saying.

The company store/visitor center has a restaurant serving breakfast and lunch until 3p. There is one tour daily - at 10a. Plenty of parking, but RV parking is limited to what is available on the street. Hit or miss. DT and I had nice sandwiches in the counter-service restaurant and then hit the shop. Nearly everything I usually want from Bob's Red Mill is available at my local hippy grocer... but I suspect you folks in Duluth will have to mail order?


Keep Portland Weird.
And just so you all know I can take a photo while DT is driving 45 mph over the Ross Island Bridge... here is Portland in all her grey-sky glory:


Other news:
Our second-eldest Goddaughter, Natalie, graduated from high school this week. I don't need to even mention where the darling girl will be attending college, do I? Didn't think so. Natalie is a dancer and smarter than smart. Isn't she pretty? (Takes after me, don't you think?)
While DT was cleaning the garage of used golf equipment, I had the task of going through books from Lisa's childhood. And my childhood. I am not one to keep things no longer used, but for some reason, books are not in the same category as golf clubs. I have kept the books Lisa loved as a child. 30 years ago. I also have a few classics from when I was a child. 55 years ago. Last week I shipped 27 pounds of books to Lisa for our future grandbaby to enjoy. Going through Lisa's old books brought back so many memories. (How many of us can still recite Goodnight Moon

Made me cry.
Made me cry because that baby boy is so loved already. Made me cry because I remember how many HOURS DAYS WEEKS MONTHS YEARS DECADES we read to Lisa. Over and over and over and over and over until I thought my eyes would bleed when she asked one more time, Mommy - readitagain! Made me cry remembering a little squirming girl on my lap, mouth open, eyes wide - awed by the tale she had heard at least five kazillion times before. Made me cry that even last week, Lisa and I were discussing the books we were reading (on our Kindles!) and knowing the love of reading is a life-long gift. Made my cry with happiness knowing Our Little Guy will open his eyes and the first thing he is going to see from his crib is a shelf of books!
Okay, I need to go now, because I am a crying mess.
Until my next update, I remain, your "I'm looking for that little mouse" correspondent.