That Time I Met Jackson Browne
No rest for me. We returned to Portland Monday evening, and
Tuesday afternoon my suitcase was packed for another trip. Not a long excursion
- just an overnight at a downtown Portland hotel (repeat of
last week). My sister, Renee, had
invited me to attend a Jackson Browne concert at the Arlene Schnitzer concert
Actually, the evening was nearly a total repeat of last week when Dave and I
spent the night at the Heathman Hotel to see Anthony Bourdain. I stayed at
the same hotel and Renee and I had dinner at the same restaurant -
Would you believe we even enjoyed the same meal - fresh Chinook salmon?
This time it was served with a blueberry sauce.
The concert tickets were a birthday gift to Renee from her
daughter. A little added surprise were passes to meet Jackson Browne after the
show - compliments of Renee's friend, Dean (Dean knows Jackson Browne).
Though my new camera is great, I can't read the dials in the
dark, but here are a few shots from our balcony seats:
Renee and I both enjoyed the many times the artist sang at
the piano! Taking me all the way back to college, Mr. Browne crooned my
favorites. At 66, he hasn't lost a beat.
He can still make me cry.
Later, our passes allowed us to go near the stage, so we had a
very good view of Jackson Browne and his band.
And after the show, Mr. Browne was very friendly and chatted
with us for quite a while - happily posing for photos.
I am so old, this photo is in black & white
Of course, my pretty young sister is in full color
It was a great concert, a great evening and a great time
celebrating my sister's birthday. Happy Birthday, Renee!
Until my next update, I remain, your groupie correspondent.
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