Two for Wednesday
1) The other day when I left Brookings, OR, and headed south to the California redwoods, I passed through one of the state’s agriculture inspection stations. As I stopped, the inspector popped his head out and said, “Nice, that’s a bright green.” As he waved me by, he said, “Have a great day.” There was nothing out of the ordinary, except for the inspector himself. His gray-silver hair was brushed straight back from his tanned, toned face, and his voice had that distinctive California surfer dude accent. If asked in a court of law, I would not be able to answer no to the question, “Was the inspector Josh Meyers doing his Gavin Newsom?”
2) Yesterday while dining at Heidi’s of Gresham, I noticed that the menu boasts, “Family owned and operated since 1968.” This is the second time I’ve eaten here, and the clientele is of a certain era. There are my “peeps” and older. I would guess that if there is anyone dining here that was born after 1968, they are with at least their parents, if not their grandparents.









































