Brownies are very popular, particularly in America.
I was hitching south, out of Portland in 1980, when Oregon Jim stopped and gave me a ride. It was an interesting ride, and far better than the previous lift I’d caught half an hour previously, when a man in a two-seater stopped for me. That driver seemed slightly manic, but I crammed my rucksack into the back of the car and we set off, south towards California. After ten minutes he did a U-turn and stopped to pick up two other hitchers.
I looked round at the two-seater, my big pack jammed in the small space in the rear of the vehicle, and then up at the two new hitchers, a lad and a girl who also had packs, and thought, “I think it’s time for me to get out”. So I did.
I crossed the highway and started hitching south once more, but unfortunately I started to get toothache. A car eventually stopped, and gave me a lift all the way to Sacramento. The driver’s name was Jim, and we had some very good conversations. Since then I’ve kept in touch with Jim, and in 2009 he and his wife came to the UK. They joined a group of us on a trip to Skye.
Jim (above, to the right) tries to land a mini-frisbee on the target.
Because most of my friends seem to have the name ‘Jim’, we called him Oregon Jim, and when referring to both Jim and his wife Pattie, we therefore called them the Oregons.
Oregon Jim has a secret recipe for brownies, and today we received a Christmas package from him – a tin of brownies! They are exceptionally good, and I am limiting distribution to the family to one per day.