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  • Jun 27

    Jefferson Library

    Jefferson

  • Jun 27

    Mt. Angel Library

    Mt. Angel

  • Jun 28

    Washougal Library

    Washougal

  • Jun 29

    Lyons Library

    Lyons

  • Jun 29

    Sheridan Library

    Sheridan

Hit It!

Funky Jams!

Mo Phillips came to Earth in the Seventies on the back of a ginormous intergalactic leatherback turtle. The not so soft, though relatively reasonable impact deposited him into the mountains of Colorado where he took lessons from a pack of marmots in the arts of foraging and stream bathing. 

Clambering out of the mountains, Mo fell into an international spy syndicate where he was utilized for his keen sense for sonic manipulation. Using his auditory mastery to lull bad guys into delirious stupors, he would then tickle them with an almost unbelievably huge feather from the long extinct Tualatin Valley Condor. This actually carried on for far too long, and the giggling became a distraction for the other spies, so Mo was asked to head up a new project -- non spy based-- in the coastal region of Belize.

But Belize is too beautiful for work, so Mo spent 6 1/2 years in a hammock strung between two palm trees. He could but hardly walk when he left the hammock, and so in order to build his strength, he walked all the way to the Pacific Northwest, until he stopped, halfway over the Morrison Bridge in Portland, OR and said, to no one in particular, "I think I'll stay."

And he did.

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