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WHERE I LIVE |
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This is my apartment. Actually, this is just one room in my apartment. Truthfully, it's two rooms (you can see into the kitchen). I took this picture while standing in my closet/bathroom/bedroom/aviary. City living sure is fancy. |
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This is the building which so politely houses the apartment which Kathleen and I share. It is called Jeanne Manor. There is a cafe called The Energy Bar at the bottom of my building. It serves muffins, bagels, healthy drinks, and loads of attitude if you go in and only buy a Coke. |
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Our building is on Park Avenue, so called because of its bounty of places to leave one's car. There is also a park such as this one, which is to say, this one. |
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We live in the Southwestern part of Portland. Here is a picture of the Northwestern part taken from the Northeastern part. Mindboggling, isn't it. The tower at the far left says "Go By Train" and was built as part of a poorly planned (and equally poorly spelled) attempt to get people to purchase their own locomotives. |
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I take the Steel Bridge whenever I drive Kathleen to work. It is my favorite of the seven bridges because when I drive across it, I pretend that I am in the opening credits to Taxi.
The bridge spans the Willamette River. It's pronounced Will-am-ette, not Willametty, or Will-A-met, or Stud McKenzie (a nickname it tried to convince its friends to use for it in the 80s). |
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Rose Garden is the home of Portland's own wife-beating, drug-taking, justice dodging, Portland Trailblazers.
I am told they are also known for playing basketball. |
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Since I have no real idea what these spires are, I will make up a story:
These majestic glass spires are a tribute to Portland legend, Philboyd "Glass Hands" Sturdley. He had a boxing career of 0-46 because he broke his hands in every fight. But after each break, he would give the crowd a hearty thumbs up to tell everyone he was ok. This undying, almost idiotic positivity touched the hearts and wallets of all Portlandians, who, after his death, constructed these giant glass thumbs on his tomb. |
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