Ben hung out for a few hours. He licked the bowl of cookie batter, played his guitar on the street, envisioned his sock puppet rock opera enacted from the food cart, and talked about how cool Portland is and how not cool Olympia is.
We also got a notice from the lot owner that the Bureau of Development services has given notice that benches, tables, and chairs are not allowed. Bummer! I'm sure all the storefront restaurants are writing to the city complaining how they have to go through a lengthy permitting process and vagabonds like us just put anything we want out on the street. My bench will have to be retired, immediately.