PORTLAND NARRATION WITH MEL BROWN AT THE JACK LONDON

Yesterday I wrote a post about two ladies walking around Portland like they knew where they were going.

They did know where they were going, but there was a hitch.

They weren’t alone.

The Heart of Portland followed along.

On their walk under google:

 

 

Go in a group and stay together.

One of the women asked if I’d noticed a guy on a street corner.

I didn’t tell her I noticed everyone and everything all the time, but I did notice a tall Rasputin-looking character staring at me.

Did I make eye contact with him and smile? Nooooo.

I’m downtown for the Portland narration and he had his own story to tell.

Did his story have anything to do with me? Nooooo.

And we kept it that way.

 

In And Out Of Portland

Hop on and away you go to a whole ‘nother world: The suburbs.

I took this very bus for years, after years of living downtown.

I’ll do the math: Lot of years.

We had our own commuter group that met on the bus every day after work.

The people were funny, smart, and sexy.

They turned the regular bus trip into something resembling a party, which put a good ending to another work day.

 

This visit had nothing to do with work and everything to do with boomerpdx and a baby boomer blogger.

And the ladies.

This was their idea of a big night out and my idea of an ideal Portland narrative.

 

Think for instance, classic example of a narrative is the American Dream, which can be summed up with if you come here, work hard enough, then you can achieve whatever you want.

Now you can quibble with whether or not that’s accurate but again, that’s part of the idea of a narrative, that it’s evolving. But we can also within that narrative point to any number of individual stories that support it.

And it’s that system of stories, those individual stories that come together over time and help create a narrative.

 

The Jack London Narrative

Fix your hair up pretty and meet me tonight in Atlantic City?

No, Portland.

 

 

 

 

 

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