I met Nolus once in Portland, some weekend day in what must have been late 2009, the weather chilly and overcast, Portland in not-summer. He and Jamaica met my sister and I for brunch somewhere on NE Alberta St., my sister's 'hood and, if I remember correctly, theirs as well.
(I could be slightly wrong about the exact timing. I don't have access to my calender from that time, so I can't look it up. Stupid computers.)
I'm in Portland as I write this (though not as you read it), on a roadtrip in which I keep encountering Nolus's traces in my life. He has been very much on my mind. I think of that time I met him here, and I think of him here in community, and I think of the ways in which he made his life his, and I think about Boulder, and Portland, and this trip, and what I am looking for, and what I have found thus far, and I think a lot about Nolus, and I write.