Willamette Week Goes Undercover

Well, sort of. It's an interesting article. I'm not sure whether I've met more Zoes or more Matildas in my hours at the Dolphin. Plenty of both, I suspect. There's always someone in there working their way through school. One of my all-time favorites was a redhead named Rain who had moved out here from Illinois to attend massage school or some such. The story kept changing slightly every time we spoke. It wasn't until long after she was gone that I realized it was all code for her side business. Which I would have gladly partaken in had I not been so damned naive. Oh well.

Once upon a time The Librarian had lost a bunch of weight by eating nothing but salad. Our first post-weight loss trip to the Dolphin resulted in a few propositions for Mr. Librarian. Being happily married, he turned them all down. Still it was nice to be king for the evening.