I usually go driving along the West hills in Summer. I like to look at all the beautiful houses hidden in the ravines of Forest Park. I keep my eye open for open houses and if I see one I go in and make like I am a prespective buyer so I can see what the houses look like from the inside. If I have a female friend with me I have her pose as my bride. The agents buy it a bit better than when I am alone. This evening Michael was in the car with me so we decided we were the gay lovers looking for a new house. I told the agent that Michael had just gotten a great technology job in Portland, that he was moving here from New York and that I was moving down from Seattle to be with him. Michael asked her to take our picture in the house. I have no idea what the agent thought of this request but she went ahead and took the picture. The house is on a hiill that I am sure will slide down to Beaverton in the next couple of decades.