Devil in the Bottle Bill
The GTS as pack mule. I had to make George move. (Orin O’Neill photo) Remember when I said in Oregon buying something for three dollars means it actually costs three dollars? Well, there is an exception. If you buy a soft drink, or bottled water or some kinds of juice, you must pay a 5-cent deposit on each container. So that 99¢ 20-ounce Diet Coke will actually run you $1.04. Oregon was one of the first states to enact a “Bottle Bill,” aka a mandatory deposit on soft-drink containers. Other sta

Happy Thanksgiving
Having no luck at all finding a scooter-related Thanksgiving picture, I’ll simply take this opportunity to say I hope there’s something you can be thankful for on this Thanksgiving weekend. And if that happens to be unseasonably warm weather, then by all means take your scooter for a ride! Posted in Other stuff

And we’re shoppin’!
“Is it electric, or is it a hybrid?” (Orin O’Neill photo) Since I’ve been in Portland, I find something else I miss about Seattle is Bartell Drugs. Bartell’s was where I kept my prescriptions, and not only were they numerous in the Seattle area, they had lots of stuff I needed. And the one in lower Queen Anne (sorry, I won’t call it “Uptown”) was open 24/7. In Portland, there’s only

And we’re walkin’!
File under: pictures of my feet (Orin O’Neill photos) The sun was shining through the branches in the bedroom. Where is that other shoe, I asked no one in particular. I had an appointment to have the sutures removed from the partial foot on Friday, but the appointment got canceled due to lack of staff. It would’ve been nice to know this before going to the VA Medical Center at oh-dark-thirty, but nobody thought to call me. “That’s been happening a lot,” said the receptionist. I was told thi

Somewhere, over the West Hills
A little rearrangement of the driveway was required for the new furnace install. (Orin O’Neill photo) “Orin, we need you to move your scooter,” said Pablo. “Nobody else knows how.” Not a problem. Checking on it is something I’ve been doing regularly since not being able to ride it, but moving it would at least involve hopping in the saddle and scuttling it around. And Pablo would be there to spot me. Luckily, it takes much longer for atrophy to set in on