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Postscript: April


$30 for a brunch entree and unlimited drinks, in New York City? Yes, please.

April was chock full of days I’ll be chasing for some time.

It was the unexpected, late-season powder at Mount Hood;

Patio drinks with friends on a still-cold Saturday night;

A redeye east to see some of the finest folks I’ve ever met;

And a park picnic, Netflix password and long-winded emails.

It was making it to work on time after a morning at the mountain;

Learning about Space Pants;

A boozy brunch, $1 books and rooftop views;

And obscure facts and unfamiliar stories.



My first Mount Hood National Forest hike of the year wasn’t a successful one, by traditional standards. The trailhead I was trying to reach was snowed in, so I ended up tramping around in the snow for an hour or so, finding this waterfall in the process, before turning to a different trailhead.


Clackamas River

The second trailhead led me to the Clackamas River, which was fast and high because of the snowmelt. I scrambled along the riverbank for a mile or so before unpacking my lunch, turning around and heading back to Portland for the day.


Statue of Liberty

My most noteworthy April excursion, though, was a trip to New York City to see my college friends — almost all of whom have moved there. They were gracious hosts, treating me to tours of the city and plenty of good times. I took this photo from the Staten Island Ferry.


New York City

I had been to New York City only once before — and only for a long weekend — so it was nice to have a group of “locals” show me around.


Yankee Stadium

A group of us caught a Yankees game on a sun-drenched Sunday afternoon. Word to the wise: Yankee Stadium is the least efficient ballpark I’ve ever been to. We spent about a half hour trying to get into the place, and lines for food took about as long. The waiting didn’t spoil the experience, though. I was just happy to be there.


New York subway

I flew to the city after work on a Thursday and left the following Tuesday. I rode more subway trains in those five days than I have in my entire life.


Times Square

Josh showed me around his office before I skipped town. His office, conveniently, happens to be a short walk from Times Square. It’s a good thing, too — otherwise I wouldn’t have made time to get the obligatory Times Square photo.


New York Public Library

I stopped by the New York Public Library after my trip through Times Square. Kudos to the woman taking wedding photos outside a library. My kind of gal!


Willamette River

Now, of course, I’m looking to convince my college folks to make the trip to Portland.


These days, whether the provider is a private company or a public agency, special treatment for the very rich isn’t personal, it’s business.
— The New York Times, on cruise ship castes

They threatened to kill him if he showed up at the game.
His coach warned him not to go.
But Korey Thieleke did show up, ready to play basketball.
His dad carried a pistol. Just in case.
— The Beacon, on a student-athlete’s path the the University of Portland

Palmeiro smiles politely. For nearly 11 years, besides the occasional phone interview and a documentary produced about his college baseball team, he’s disappeared from public life. But now he wants to empty his soul. When the waiter leaves he turns his shoulders to face me.
“This isn’t how I envisioned my life to be.”
— Fox Sports, on Rafael Palmeiro, the embattled slugger

Strider needed Larry and Lanette. He loved them desperately, and now he studied his grandmother, searching for some assurance that everything would be all right — even as everything was falling apart. In the months to come, they would hit bottom, and still Strider would try to get what he needed and they would give him what they could. Failure, they well knew, could be catastrophic.
The Boston Globe, on a young boy overcoming near-fatal abuse and living in poverty

According to No. 617 of Esquire’s Rules for Men, “You don’t start understanding life well until you’re forty.” Granger was 40 when he became editor of Esquire—and 22 when he began gunning for that job. There was never a moment in between when he would’ve been content as a permanent subordinate.
— The Columbia Journalism Review, on former Esquire editor David Granger


April was the best month of reading I can remember. I sprinted through Mitch Albom’s “The Magic Strings of Frankie Presto,” listened to Jenny Lawson’s “Furiously Happy” and finished the month by rereading Mark Twain’s “Adventures of Huckleberry Finn.”

My initial confusion about “Frankie Presto’s” omniscient narration subsided after a few short chapters, and I ended up embracing the unusual literary approach. (“Music” narrated a story about a famed guitarist.) “Huck Finn” was a joyous read; I was grinning foolishly while reading the last few chapters. And I found “Furiously Happy” to have many resounding, teaching passages, but I don’t think it’s narrative approach caters well to audiobook format.

You should listen to this “This American Life” podcast about middle school.

I recently reported about a nonprofit that gives away free meth pipes in Portland and a Marine veteran who died in a motorcycle crash in Mexico.

As always, thanks for reading.

Timberline Ski Area

P.S. — It’s not often you’ll find me taking snowboarding selfies, or any selfies at all, but this one has a funny story. Look closely: That’s Dillon there, in the tree. I fell while he was trailing me on a tree run, and he had no choice but to bail — into an evergreen.




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My name is Jim Ryan, and I'm a breaking news reporter for The Oregonian and OregonLive in Portland. I'm an Ohio University graduate from Gaylord, Michigan.

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