Portland, sometimes you make me blush.

Technology is weird and amazing. I say this because I am writing this post from a phone, on a patio, in the middle of downtown Portland. It's 78 degrees with a slight breeze. The Blues Festival is this weekend. At this moment it is floating sound through the air like thousand melancholy butterflies.
I planned on going to the Blues Fest today, then heading home. We shall see how this works out. It's one of those pretty much perfect days. It makes me want to just listen to music and wander around this city. That is precisely what I'm going to do. Enjoy your day everyone, no matter where it takes you.

Etta James sings as only she can at the 1993 Portland Waterfront Blues Festival.
One of, if not the best, performances ever at the festival.

Thanks. Until next time.