In June of 1999 I was traveling back to Portland after visiting my father in Tucson with my three-year-old daughter in […]
How can a cabaret act have an unprintable name and still succeed?
November 23rd, 1997 The neighborhood was located in a little triangle formed by the intersection of two major […]
In the late 90s. Portland experienced a “heroin renaissance” when a lot of cheap junk saturated the city. […]
Disclaimer: this story is based on real events, but is no way are a journalistic recording of what actually […]
This is a shorter vignette, almost a poem. It dates from October, 1999. The rainy city poised on […]
One of the benefits of city living is that you generally don’t need a car–f you are willing […]