Age 31 arrived and with it, the cold fingers of early winter tightened their slow, numbing grip on the last week of October in Portland, Oregon. Happy Birthday, but not really. Winter is colder when you’re alone and don’t want to be. “It is not good for a man to be alone.” Yeah, God, I know. So, where is she, because I’ve searched for her in every room, at every church service, through every crowd, down every busy street? I’m not a huge Bruce Springsteen fan but with 32 staring me in the face, I felt the vibe of his song, Dancing in the Dark, down in my bones. Even…