I recently mentioned how I came back from Portland with roughly 20 pounds of books.
Having recently returned from an extensive adventure in the northwest United States that inevitably meant a trip to the always amazing Powell’s bookstore in Portland, I was careful to only return to Germany with about 20 lbs of books. I got off light. Oh, the restraint I showed!!
When I was in my early twenties, living on my own in Portland and making my way about town, either on my bike or the bus, I would read the “missed connections/I SAW U” section of my local weeklies (Willamette Week, or Willy Week, or just Willy and The Mercury or Merc). I didn’t have a computer,Continue reading “MIssed Connections…”
I know I’ve been a horrible blogger as of late and I apologize.
Each year Portland, Oregon celebrates Pedalpalooza to celebrate cyclists, their right to share the road and for that road to be safe and simply for people’s love of bikes in Portland. Or in their own words, the event “highlights the vulnerability of cyclists everywhere and decries society’s dependence on pollution-based transport.”
If you were to chart Portland, Oregon’s history, as if it were a person would it look something like this?
The people over at The Frisky, know what’s up, at least as far as my cultish hometown is concerned.
…and I feel it is my cultural duty to support the cult, even from thousands of miles away!