There are any number of communities in America where it is required, for your own happiness and sense of self, to drink the local Kool Aid prior to visiting. Thirsty Outsiders stand out, pitied warily by the the locals. Consuming the local Aid in one such community, isn't a safe passage guarantee for entry to your next port of call. It's best to phone ahead.
My youngest son, knew early that he was meant to be a Portlandian, and drank a deep draught of the local the first chance he got. How/why I don't know. Prior to his move I'd never heard of anyone going there, and could offer no assistance. Portland, I suspect, was far enough from home, that his car would make it, and he wouldn't be much troubled by mom or dad. He's right. Ever the free spirit he fit in immediately and never looked back. It's been almost 13 years.
This is the first summer in 10 that he hasn't been a forest fire fighter. Due to the love and support of a good woman he may have finally found his calling. Soon Nursing School beckons, but first we need to celebrate his birthday today.
I am very proud of him. A young man of firm convictions and sense of purpose, it may have taken him longer to find his path, than his father would have hoped, but he did, and did it is his way. I love him dearly and am very proud of him.
Happy Birthday Bunky.