Twenty-Six
The Hawes Photography building sells right away. I didn’t want details about what the new owners were going to do with it. As soon as the ink dries, everything happens fast—within a month’s time, all our photography gear has been inventoried, packed up, and moved. Gabe found another location quickly, thanks to the Jerry the lawyer’s wife and her mad real estate connections. It’s still in Portland but in a cool redevelopment with other businesses, a storefront like before (Gabe insisted upon this), and, yes, tons of parking.
Dad and Gabe and I spent our last evening at the old studio, just the three of us, sitting on the floor, eating Thai takeout from the containers, sharing a few beers and a few more laughs, our voices echoing off the space that had been emptied of our equipm
