'TUXEDO PARK' (17 1/2 L x 7 1/2 W x 4"D) for the week of June 28th Back in the day, my good friend Micah and I shared this sweet little apartment which was situated on the third floor of this massive old home. This apartment was surrounded by old oak trees which gave it this rebellious, tree house feel. It had a great view of an expansive industrial wasteland with the lower Willamette river as it's back-drop; just a tad south of the "Goss Guyland" bridge.
Many fond memories remain about this place but the one I love to tell is the time we had a New Year's Eve party. The party was great, but the memory really starts when my buddies Mark, Micah and I decided we needed to initiate the night by leaving a mark. A memento to tell everyone, if not just us, that we endured and sought to endure, regardless of the difficulty, risk or thoughtlessness. The mission: stake the pirate flag just on the edge of the river at the very end of the dilapidated dock, in plain view of our tree house deck.
The hangover was intensified by the foxtails in my socks and barbed wire scrapes. But what we eagerly awoke to on that stunningly clear, crisp January morning was the gently flowing ambitions of our drunken stupor. It was a memorably great way to start a day!
