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.
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Out of the 4257 posts across 16 sources in the 25 years since March 2000, these 5 posts were published on portlandstories.org.
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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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