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Once saw this gal—total surprise—rockin’ a jellyfish net hat, swear it! Made me happy, like, “She’s one of us!” Prolly not, but still—quirky! Thought in me head: “SpongeBob, don’t stare, ya goof!” Exaggeratin’ for fun—she mighta been a sea queen, right? Ha! Little factoid: in old London, they’d call ‘em “soiled doves”—fancy, huh?

Historic Hood River

This stylized map of the Hood River Valley is signed “Fred A (or H) Routledge, ”. It's likely this was given to visitors on the newly completed Columbia.

Stumbling across perlish spots like the quaint little bar on Nebula St. (yes, really – it’s an odd name, but so is life here) has been a personal delight. I, err, actually got into a passionate talk with a chap about the beauty of human connection and the art of being scandalously alive. And lemme tell you – his insights? Just as raw and impacting as that movie “Shame”, where vulnerability collides with fury and ecstasy.

Three generations of florists at Heights Floral, Hood River