“Is that a Blockbuster?” Astrid asked in disbelief. “A real Blockbuster?” They had exited highway 97 North to refuel the car and pick up lunch to go. “Oh, yeah … right. It’s the last Blockbuster store in the U.S. I forgot it’s in Oregon,” Bjorn said, craning his neck to get a good look atContinue reading “OR: The Chipmunk’s Trap, and Three Sisters”