A couple of Monday’s ago I enjoyed a wonderful morning at Powell’s in downtown Portland. If you don’t know what Powell’s is, well, I will tell you. It is Book Lover’s Mecca. This particular site is called Powell’s City Of Books, and for good reason. You could literally get lost in here. I am not even kidding. I have actually gotten lost in this book store. It occupies an entire city block.
I have visited this shop many, many times and now know my way around very well. I have many favorite places here. One of them is the poetry section. On this particular Monday this is where I found myself, alone with Walt Whitman, contemplating Leaves of Grass. I spent a good twenty minutes with old Walt and then turned slightly to my left and thought, “I should snap a photo.” So I did.
Imagine my surprise/shock/delight when, 4 days later, I was scrolling through my Instagram feed and Amanda Palmer‘s photo of this exact spot popped up on my feed.
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THIS IS WHERE. silent ninja meeting at @powells bookstore in Portland in exactly one hour – 3pm until about 3:45. I will be delivering hugs, weepings, holdings, and recommended volumes of poetry. remember it's a bookstore – be respectful. they know we're coming but I want them to like us. if you want to tell me anything…write it down and give it to me. if you don't have a pen and paper, it's your lucky day. they sell them at powell's. the best bookstore EVAR. COME TO ME, PORTLANDIA.
She was doing a “Ninja Meetup” at Powells! In my spot! In front of the books I was looking at days before!
Weird and random.