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DO PORTLAND CHRISTMAS LIKE A THREE YEAR OLD

A Portland Christmas goes one of two ways: “I will never set foot in that hell-hole.” Or? Peacock Lane? Let’s go.”

JUPITER HOTEL ON PORTLAND’S EAST SIDE: THE NEXT LEVEL

The Jupiter Hotel on Saturday felt like travel. A time before the meth epidemic, the opioid epidemic, the covid epidemic, the homeless epidemic, and every other epidemic. Why? Because of the fun sense of humor. “Make mine a fir burger?” I’m still laughing.

LOOKING UP IN RISING PORTLAND

Looking up in some cities comes with a warning: Don’t do it. Why? Because while you’re looking up someone is making plans you don’t see. Like what? Nothing useful, but when does that ever stop anyone?

PORTLAND SUMMER NIGHT’S DREAM

The Portland summer is why people move to Oregon. It’s also why people move away. Why? Because it doesn’t last long enough. That wasn’t the case yesterday at Portland Center Stage.

PORTLAND SURVEY ASKS: SO WHAT?

This Portland survey asks one question: Who is moving to Portland? More important, who is staying? People have opinions, none very favorable. I’m here to work on it.

VANISHING POINT: HOW TO REMEMBER PORTLAND

The vanishing point definition: The center spot on a horizon line where parallel lines in the foreground converge. Like a triangle? Maybe. Check a drawing book. The vanishing point for Portland takes another view, and it’s nothing to do with weird or keeping Portland weird. Shocking, don’t you think?

PORTLAND DRIVER ON A CABINET SEARCH

What does a Portland driver do when an IKEA bathroom cabinet doesn’t match the moment? And you live in a Portland, Oregon zip code? Go on a Portland road mission for the right junk. Warning: The time and effort spent is the real object, not the end result. You know, the ‘life is journey’ stuff. […]

ONE PORTLAND BABY BOOMER DECADE

My Portland baby boomer decade began in 1980. It began when I stepped off the bus after a three day ride from Manhattan. (Hey, B.) For twenty-six year old me it was a life changer. By 1990 I was heading out.

PORTLAND FREEZE WORSE THAN SEATTLE?

The Portland Freeze that didn’t happen came when I moved to NW Portland. My apartment building was a busy place to live for students and professionals. The pretty lady who sold text books always looked like she just stepped out of Vogue. She was in a class of her own. And chilly. Hey Patricia. But […]

LOVE LETTERS WRITTEN AND READ

Who saves love letters? Better yet, who writes love letters? I’ve done both, and if you’re older than thirteen, so have you. So, where are they? Try and remember.