We arrived in Portland before sunset, just in time to enjoy a few glasses of wine with my step-brother before the light disappeared from the sky. It was Voigner, a delicious white (which is a rare find because I never drink white). We parboiled then baked purple and gold and red potatoes in garlic and olive oil. We prepared fresh asparagus and a salad while Chuck grilled flank steak. We felt royal. After dinner, Eddie and Chuck broke out guitars to play me some Neil Young and Dylan tunes.
