The grey skies have returned to Portland – but that is still no reason not to wake up at 7 AM on Sunday so that we can walk to get a Kettleman’s toasted, buttered, pumpernickel bagel.  First a little water…

I’m oddly parched.

Then – as is my custom – I give mama a big smooch.  She calls me Captain Wetbeard in these moments.

Water drunk, smooch given, bagel inhaled.  LETS WALK BEFORE IT RAINS!

Love,

Bogart

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9 thoughts on “Sunday Morning Bagel-age”

  1. Bogie, you are sooooo cute! Keep well hydrated, my dear Dale-pal, for the wet beard and mustache are our signature sign!!! Just ask your mama … he he he … Amen to that.

    Luv,
    Bel

  2. Bogart and Lulu, when are you both going to host your own show on the Travel Channel? Love this site! (more later)

    Kirby (resisting pizza) and Cheryl

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