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Edited on Tue Jul-22-08 11:50 PM by Radio_Lady
"I know Portland, and you, Spokane, are no Portland." Just an adapted clip from VP candidate Lloyd Benson, debating Dan Quayle.
We drove through Spokane, Washington in the '90s. Our trek was from Seattle, WA where my husband's daughter lives, over to Roslyn, WA (Northern Exposure fans) then through Idaho and down into Utah, where my son and his family live.
Spokane reminded me of another small town where I've lived in briefly -- Hendersonville, NC, where everybody knows your name and is in your business. LOL! That was in 1970.
Glad to welcome you. Memories: We came here for the Labor Day weekend in 1997. The weather was beautiful. We drove from Portland out to Bend for the long weekend, and my husband had three interviews for jobs set up the following week.
We stayed at the Shilo Inn in Bend for two nights, and we were set to check out midday on Monday. Hubby ate breakfast and so did I. He had biscuits and gravy. I didn't. He went over to the mall across the road and bought me some nice boots.
After that, it was downhill, literally, all the way. He began to leak from all orifices... TMI, I know.
102 fever came next, shivers and hot -- put him into the bathtub. To the toilet. And back again.
It was Monday, Labor Day, and we had to get back to the Marriott Hotel in downtown Portland.
Somehow I got him packed up and myself too. I drove all the way back -- through this magnicent wilderness with snow on Mt. Jefferson. Fly fisherman were in the river, casting for fish. I had brought a cassette tape of Native American musical expression. Beautiful interesting music accompanied me. It was like being in an American calendar. Hubby was prostrate in the right passenger seat. I kept stopping to give him water and aspirin. We made it back to the hotel. He went right to bed.
Luckily, he was able to make the three interviews on Tuesday and Wednesday, although with a slight fever. He got two job offers!
The end of the story was accepting an offer that brought him back here in October 1997 to live with our daughter and son-in-law and to work with Regence Blue Cross/Blue Shield downtown on Market Street. It was a contract job. They were staffing up software people in anticipation of the Y2K problems.
I worked temporary jobs back in Boston, and we were lucky to get a buyer for our home. We closed on the Boston property on April 3, 1998, and we both flew back to Portland the next day to live in a small apartment until our house was finished August 10, 1998. We celebrate ten years in this house next month.
I was homesick at first (after almost 30 years in Massachusetts and growing up in Miami, Florida.) Now, I love the place, and wouldn't trade it for a sack of gold!
Hope I get to meet you sometime. Peace, and I wish you a non-eventful move!!! We had the Mayflower move from hell and I'd need another hour to tell you about that one!
Radio Lady Ellen Kimball and husband Audio Al (also know as Grandma Ellen and Grandpa Al) All retired and stuff...
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