The Canvasser
So a canvasser for Defending Oregon was methodically dialing apartments on the call box at the door to my apartment building at the tail end of a long day.
Out of the 4295 posts across 16 sources in the 25 years since March 2000, these 5 posts were published on portlandstories.org between January 2002 and November 2006.
The Distressed Cat That Wasn’t
From somewhere outside the bookstore came the repeated and incessant cries of what sounded for all the world like a cat in some great deal of distress or discomfort.
The Saga Of Agitated Man
It’s not entirely unusual to hear some shouting altercation outside in my parking lot, usually somehow related to the neighbors who have some affiliation (patient-wise) with the Cascadia facility across the street. For example, earlier this afternoon, the female neighbor was sitting on the stairs, praying loudly for guidance from God, while a solitary red balloon (leftover from the downstairs neighbor kid’s birthday party) fluttered and bounded around the pavement.
Santarchy Now
Despite living in Portland for 5 1/2 years, and San Francisco for 14 months prior to that, I had never managed to actually catch these cities’ respective mass Santa excursions. Until this year. Until December 14th.
M. On The #75
Time has been very fluid over the past couple of years. Honestly, I can no longer accurately place just when it was. The passage of time, and particular moments that set down within the flow, are more emotional than temporal.