The Port City Chronicle (45)

When you try to behave but you’re still in the cat-house

Here’s this week’s episode of The Port City Chronicle, the continuing serial novel of Gretchen, a 46-year-old criminal defense lawyer, and her family and friends, seeking love and happiness in Portland the hard way:“I’d rather stay home with the cats,” Tim said from the couch, as we were heading out to dinner. “They love it when we’re around.”

How baseball is just on at bars as a nightlight

Here’s this week’s episode of The Port City Chronicle, the continuing serial novel of Gretchen, a 46-year-old criminal defense lawyer, and her family and friends, seeking love and happiness in Portland the hard way:“If I had three hands, I’m not sure if I’d have a second bottle or a second glass,” Ethan said, sitting back in his chair on the sand and looking out at the water. It’s the kind of philosophical debate he often…

Why you should never have leather floors

Here’s this week’s episode of The Port City Chronicle, the continuing serial novel of Gretchen, a 46-year-old criminal defense lawyer, and her family and friends, seeking love and happiness in Portland the hard way:“I’ll be dead but you’ll have to deal with the massive hole in the ozone layer,” my 80-year-old father said, sitting across from Ethan and me at The Snug. “Not to mention global warming and terrorism.”

Why for some reason I’m just not interested in Pluto

Here’s this week’s episode of The Port City Chronicle, the continuing serial novel of Gretchen, a 46-year-old criminal defense lawyer, and her family and friends, seeking love and happiness in Portland the hard way: “The board meeting starts at 8 a.m.,” my client said. “Let’s see if you can make it. I’ll check the flight schedule.”

When you’re a writer in lawyer’s clothing

Here’s this week’s episode of The Port City Chronicle, the continuing serial novel of Gretchen, a 46-year-old criminal defense lawyer, and her family and friends, seeking love and happiness in Portland the hard way:“What would you do if you didn’t have enough money to buy espresso?” Ethan asked Tim, watching him use his last dollar at the coffee shop. He was trying to make a point that maybe Tim should work more or buy less,…

Why being President means you’ve drunk the Kool-Aid

Here’s this week’s episode of The Port City Chronicle, the continuing serial novel of Gretchen, a 46-year-old criminal defense lawyer, and her family and friends, seeking love and happiness in Portland the hard way:“We should become farmers,” Adam said, after visiting the Hudson Valley outside New York City one weekend. To date he’d been more of a hunter-gatherer, but apparently he figured he could skip past the bronze and iron ages by learning to farm…

Just because something isn’t prohibited, doesn’t mean it’s allowed

Here’s this week’s episode of The Port City Chronicle, the continuing serial novel of Gretchen, a 46-year-old criminal defense lawyer, and her family and friends, seeking love and happiness in Portland the hard way:“Don’t worry, we’ll have time together this summer, Mama,” Grace said, packing up her backpack. “How about some evening this week? I could stay home for dinner and not go out afterward. We’d have some time together.”

Why there are so few stray fish that need adopting

Here’s this week’s episode of The Port City Chronicle, the continuing serial novel of Gretchen, a 46-year-old criminal defense lawyer, and her family and friends, seeking love and happiness in Portland the hard way: “Do you think I did the right thing putting this shirt on?” Tim asked Milagros, as we sat on their back porch having a beer.

When you’re so excited you pee on your own feet

 Here’s this week’s episode of The Port City Chronicle, the continuing serial novel of Gretchen, a 46-year-old criminal defense lawyer, and her family and friends, seeking love and happiness in Portland the hard way:“This isn’t Law and Order,” Howard said to our client. “We’re not going to win before the last commercial.”

There’s more to live for in an earlier time zone

Here’s this week’s episode of The Port City Chronicle, the continuing serial novel of Gretchen, a 46-year-old criminal defense lawyer, and her family and friends, seeking love and happiness in Portland the hard way:“Hey, everybody,” my ex-boyfriend Adam said, as he rolled in unexpectedly on a Monday morning. “Get up and join the economy.”
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