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Wow, this year has flown by, and for all of us living on Peacock Lane that means it’s already time to turn on our holiday lights. Again. From December 15th to New Year’s Eve, for 85 years now, our street celebrates Christmas like few other places on Earth. Each evening for the next couple of weeks, thousands of Portlanders will walk the four blocks that make up our lane, looking at the lights, drinking ho

Every six months we go to NYC to see Dr. Nick Gonzalez. His protocol, and the prayers of so many friends all over the world, seem to be working their magic: Lisa is markedly improving. Here it is in her own words… watch?v=Z2CrD390Qgw&feature=youtu.be Even the Portland oncologist who first told us, “this is going to kill you, Lisa” has acknowledged Lisa’s continued good health. We saw him s

True, my turban went to durban. Here’s what my friends, the Comries, had to report about our time together. Nicodemus aka Steve Johnson in Durban On the 19th November the Durban Church was given the opportunity to host Steve Johnson as Nicodemus. It was a last minute decision to use his last night in South Africa and have him visit Durban after his show in Johannesburg. With two weeks until the show, we still d

People of Portland…c’mon!  Last year we fell behind New Orleans, Sante Fe, and Austin…lousy fourth place…for the honor of being the weirdest city in America. Sure, we beat San Francisco, but Savannah on St. Patrick’s Day can do that with one drunk arm tied behind its back. So we stole the bumper sticker idea “keep portland weird” from Austin, who cares! We just need to live u

And listening to music, enjoying grapetizers with Justin…

Tests of friendship are unintentional; anything else isn’t something a real friend would ever do to a friend. Real friendships don’t demand testing, though trials, hardships, and painful experiences will, of course, reveal who the real friends are in your life. I was riding through Montana, returning from Canada with one of my best friends (i’ll offer my definition of ‘best’ in a minute)

way back in the 1900s, for all of our wildness in the liberating 60s, we were still a pretty uptight race of men and if you were a 16 year old boy and fond of another male you’d best be careful how you displayed that affection. you’d have to have been up all night at some teenage campfire singing kumbaya and watching the sun come up before you’d ever tell another guy, ” i love you, ” and

this week’s supply of doug hommert’s pictures taken at lone elk park near st. louis, mo. he caught an osprey, which aren’t usually hanging around that part of the midwest. into the sun, from a distance, doug still manages to catch a cool shot of something that maybe no one has ever seen in lone elk park…  

in 2003 i drove over 60,000 miles in four months going from chicken farm to chicken farm trying help farmers clean the water they were feeding their chickens. my happiest poultry adventures often lent occasion for me to visit a little church that just started meeting about a year before, the savannah church of christ. they didn’t have a preacher so sometimes they acted like they enjoyed me visiting as much as i