Hey, sweet lady, Jitterbug! I think I Cliff wasn't there that day so all of his stock is tucked away somewhere.
Otis and I Cliff always watched out for people that left their things there. I've seen Otis shoo some boys away from another tourist's bags and put napkins over their drinks while they were swimming and enjoying the beautiful beach.
schuttzie, i hope you come back soon. when that transpires, please let me know. i'll jump in. it's been two years since i've been on the east side . . .
vi, somehow otis was the centre of the beach vendors. yes, he used to leave his stuff on stored at a home just down in the lane. clifee must do the same. i've picked up otis in porty as he's stocking his bar and dropped the stuff of at this house. . . . memories are so vivid, me driving by the gas station ansomeone calling my name . . . always sounds sweeter in ja!!
vi, sorry to hijack your tread . . .
ICliff's son was managing it the day I went last month.
Sammy, I didn't know he had a son. We talked a lot about his travels, but not about family. oh wait he did mention a sister who sometimes sells jewelry on the beach. would like to meet him.Originally Posted by sammyb
Hi Sam, you are part right. You’ll see it got deeper than that.The pessimist in me is thinking he answered and also took credit
Jitterbug, the bar is very different. Even the vibe around it is different. I know I-Cliff does what he can in keeping up with repairs and stock, but honestly Otis was a perfectionist with a passion for succeeding. He was an excellent businessman and he and I-Cliff were a great team. I’m happy for him but he is so missed.
I have another picture of the bar which I wasn’t going to show, but since we are on the subject I feel you and others who are familiar with how it looked would appreciate seeing it now. Again, no negative reflection on I-Cliff…things change.
GREAT it's a plan. You let me know when you and hubby pick a date and we will try to work this thing out so you can again experience the magic of Portland. I can see you now smiling and feeling irie 24/7!Oh, you sweet lady, I'd love to be there when you are there and Jitter's, too. I enjoyed my time hanging with Jitters very much. Portland has a very special way about it and a very special place in my heart... "MAGICAL" sums it up
I would be so upset to see that answered your phone, too, after he obviously rummaged in your bag to get to it. Hmmm, what did have to say for himself?
Schuttzie I know you miss it bad!!!! Pleasse cintinue to share your thoughts and memories.
Going to post the rest of the incident soon.
So true JitterBug…he was the center of the businesses there. He was respected.
And please no need to apologize because you didn’t hijack at all. Your comments are relative to the topic and very appreciated by me and others. It helps when someone confirms or expands on my postings. Makes me wanna share more and not feel I’m boring the masses who have never been there.
Awww, that's what I remember but less benches. Otis always took such good care of it and really made it welcome for us each year and ohhh, the vibes were always there. We helped him stock up, too and we'd help pick up the beach after Boxing Day as it was really littered afterward. We usually came around 10:00am and left around 5-6pm and made a whole day of. Such great memories!
I'd love meet up with you, Jitters when one day we can go back!
Before I continue on with the story I want to give everyone a visual..you see where that red towel is, well that's where my bag was when I went walking. The guy was sitting in the middle of the bench. I ended up sitting on the corner of the bench to the right.
[B]the night continues[/B]...
I had to stay cool…he sure is. Taking his sweet time to respond. I asked again if he answered my phone, but he wasn’t going to say a word until he finished doing what he’s doing. He lifted his index finger gesturing me to “wait a minute”??? Is he for real???
He gently rolls the spliff between his fingers until the whisper thin papers are wrapped perfectly, securing the leafy greens inside. A dab with the tip of his tongue wets the glued edge just enough to make the paper stick and stay closed.
He turns his attention to me…finally.
Looking up into my eyes now full of disbelief mixed with anger…he remains silent as he slides the one end of the white, bumpy oblong object deep into his mouth until the tips of his fingers that clamped the other end touches his lips. Slowly pulling it out, the seam is sealed.
He sparks a match lighting the end but doesn’t draw on it to start the burning.
Eyes still locked on mine, he slightly smiles, extends the spliff towards me and says...
“Empress?”
“No thank you…I don’t smoke.”
Still smiling, he places the spliff between his lips and pulled from it a thick cloud of smoke that lingered in the hollow of his mouth until he inhaled…drawing inside what was to be absorbed then released.
“You never smoked?”
“At one time yes, but haven't for years.”
girl you can write....
you had me at...................
carry on please
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