January 9, 2025
Just another HAC meet
In another milestone day on our road to recovery, Rachael and I drive ourselves over in the Raven that Bruce and Andrea returned to us just three nights earlier.
The Hostile Actors Club first convened in March 2018, a meetup of a cast of characters each of whom had been banished from a then-prominent website familiar to many here for actions and words deemed hostile to the site and personally so to the site’s peculiar webmasters. The core of the HAC group remains three couples who all lived at the time but whose lives were in transition: Bruce and Andrea, who still live here; in the same homes in southeast Portland (and only a few blocks from where we later found that our friends Rich and Robin lived for many year before expatriating to southeast France ); the Grumbys, who lived then at a condo on the east side but who were soon to move out, fly east, and begin their own vagabond existence starting with a ride back along the Lewis and Clark Trail; and ourselves, in the process of going vagabond for the next seven years, and still counting.
Since then the group has convened maybe a half dozen times, typically at transitional moments. At one of them I finally assembled a HAC Gallery of past meetings, and refer to it here so you can slip back and see what fine, fit characters we all were back in the day.
All HAC gatherings are special, but for us this one has a special significance: three nights ago Bruce and Andrea arrived in Portland after driving the Raven home on their Return of the Raven Tour, and in just a few days now Rachael and I will fly south to Tucson for seven weeks. And today? I’m happy to report that I drove us over in the Raven rather than calling Uber or asking Bruce to shuttle us back and forth; and I’m happiest of all to report that I can actually see my friends rather than just look at blurred old photos or internally through fading memories. Let’s look, give thanks, and contemplate on an appropriate nudge word for ourselves for the coming year.
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Several hours of nonstop sharing later, it’s time to go. It’s chilly and quite windy when Rachael heads west and fortunately downwind to walk back to our matchbox pied a terre of the moment; and I’m off to Mount Tabor to walk around its crown for a bit and see what there is to see today. I’m not there long though, because I didn’t think ahead and haven’t dressed in layers. Shorts, sandals, my brand new Pendleton but no coat. A quick loop around the summit and I’m happy to hop back in the Raven and flip on its heated seat for the drive home.
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Thank you, Jeff Arnim.
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