Portlandia

I was in a restroom in Fred Myers in Portland this morning. We are visiting kids for a few days.

As I washed up, I overheard one man talking to another. The talker was short, had long hair and a beard, wore jeans and was a bit disheveled. Not that it matters. The taller man was well groomed, white-bearded. They appeared to know one another.

As I washed, the shorter man said that each morning he hooks up two nine volt batteries to his head using wires. He said that this reverses the polarity of his brain, and makes him feel good. It’s how he starts his day.

And I thought … Portland, I love you. Nowhere else do I ever hear that conversation, past or future. A one-time per life event.