Chris Walsh (chris_walsh) wrote,
Chris Walsh

Scene from last night:

Matt Kaplan and I are walking towards NW 21st Ave. and Cinema 21. He spots hops growing wild, pulls one off, squeezes it and sniffs it.

MATT: Not ripe yet. When it is ripe, it'll smell like an IPA.

ME: Portland, where the beer grows on trees!
Tags: peregrinations, portland

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