November 1st, 2019


Birthday me

How did I treat myself on my 46th birthday? At a diner.

Late this morning I bussed over to The Original Hot Cake and Steak House, one of the few surviving 24-hour-service food places in Portland and a place where a deeply eclectic cross section of people can show up. I went wanting steak. Luckily, there was a 16 oz. T-bone steak special, and I took advantage. (I also tipped well.)

Here's the food, and here's me.

That's me, still getting around. And one thing I've noticed as I've gotten more years: when I was younger I more clearly took after my mom's mostly Swedish side of the family, and as I've grown older I can see more and more of my dad's side, which is mainly Irish and some Scottish.

Also I need a haircut, but that's its own topic.