Most Saturdays we try to get to the market at Portland State, the one we know best. It's walking distance on our energetic days. Even if there's nothing we really need, Ron usually buys more fruit to make jam. Flowers often speak to me.
He made something new--rhubarb/strawberry refrigerator jam with chia seeds (recipe).
New bread vendor from Vancouver, Washington...always at least a half dozen eggs from Dancing Chicken Farm in La Center, Washington...not far from Vancouver, WA., home of new bread vendor we bought a loaf from. Joining another we already had from Fressen!
Asked if there were resources in the community available, her reply, "Long list, don't have a phone." So many homeless in downtown Portland. Will they become the latest addition to the Saturday market?
One could ask why their "stories" might not have as much a place in this collection of farmers and entertainer as the man with pig.
We met him them at the end of our visit. Living nearby in an apartment with his companion, he was very comfortable talking about his situation. He seemed to enjoy being questioned, was gracious with another passerby who was pressing her vegan notions. I imagine how the "homeless domestic violence victim" might hang around him, learn how to engage with strangers, develop a better story to improve her finances.