I'm wondering if you or anybody you know has visited Portland around the early 1980s when they first opened their doors, and took a photo for the memories. Such a simple photo would mean everything to them.
This is one of those wild stories that you never think will happen to you in a million years, until it does. This is the story of how I (temporarily) lost one of the most sentimental, valuable items that my mother had passed down to me in my family.
Well, if you want an excuse not to bring out the ol' John Deere, I've got one for you. The bees are in decline, and spring mowing destroys one of their food sources.