The first time I ever met Nolan was in Chinatown, where he was sitting on his bedroll reading a paperback. He said he thought the Street Books project sounded good, and that I should definitely stock some Louis L'Amour titles. When we ran into each other at Skidmore Fountain the next week, Nolan said he'd had a rough night, and showed me a scuff on his head and a wound on his hand. He looked through the library and chose Don Berry's Trask. It takes place in Oregon, and the main character is a mountain man, traveling the wilderness alone. Nolan said he'd been in Portland too long, and that he was thinking of heading north. We shook hands and he headed through the crowd of Saturday Market shoppers, his paperback tucked under one arm.