By Jim Kinghorn
Local tennis pro and part-time insurance guy Chris “Rapha” DeVito wants you to know the Silverton Keizer Tennis Association offers programs and camps for youths and adults in Silverton this summer. Call Chris at 503-873-8631 and he’ll “serve” you all the details…
Did you see the story about the bank clerk who dosed off with their finger on the “2” key and mistakenly transferred $293 million into a customer’s account? The Man just doesn’t see how that could possibly happennnnnnnnnnn…
Think of it as the merging of technology and tracheophytes… The Oregon Garden is beginning the daunting task of implementing a grant funded GPS tracking system for all its non-annual plants. The two-year long program will create an interactive map to enhance the visitor experience and eventually send plant information right to your smartypants phone. As you might have guessed, volunteers are needed to help with the project – contact Beth Maurer at 503-874-2533.
Also from up on the hill comes word that the Garden’s July 3 fireworks display will look a little different this year. Due to tree growth and safety concerns, the panoply of pyrotechnics will move up by the resort for a spectacular close-up viewing opportunity for those on the garden grounds. The change also means if you usually watch the show from across the road you might want to bring along some glow sticks with which to entertain yourselves…
Local pottery artist Julie Huisman has turned her attention to producing a line of artesian pastas. Esotico Pasta can be found at Silverton Farmers’ Market. More information and free sauce recipes go to EsoticoPasta.com…
Anybody that knows The Man knows I spend a lot of time riding around the countryside on my bicycle. I have found myself naked a time or two… but it never, ever even occurred to me that combining the two would be a good idea. I also waste my freetime by pretending to be a photographer so I spent Saturday evening in Portland trying to create some pleasing long exposure images of the skyline. I had chosen a quiet spot on the east bank that unbeknownst to me just happened to also be the end point for something called “The Naked Bike Ride.” With a name as descriptive as that not much further explanation is needed, but suffice it to say within a couple of moments my quiet location became decidedly less so and the view radically different. Even my companion, The Pup (a golden retriever known to unashamedly run around wearing nothing other than a fur coat) was aghast. I don’t know what would make someone want to parade around town with their dangly and bouncy bits exposed, but trust The Man, out of the 8,000 or so revelers there were only a handful that one would actually like to see naked… I think it’s time to change the popular phrase “Keep Portland Weird” to “Keep the Weird in Portland”… See you on the street (preferably clothed)
