I’d resisted taking long trips, keeping travel to a minmum of late, because airports have been so annoying and air travel so unenjoyable. It used to be that nothing beat looking out an airplane window and literally being in the clouds, and then above the clouds, to fuel creative flights of fancy. I’m glad I relented and accepted an invitation to come to Oregon, lecturing at an optometric convention known as GWCO – the Great Western Council of Optometry. And it really is great out here.
The streets are clean, and cabs far and few between. The Max rules the day, a tram-like set of trains that are people movers extraordinnaire. It’s largely electric, and complements the eco-friendly feeling, including signs announcing smoke-free properties.
As the current issue of Tin House attests, Portland is eclectic. From what I gather, many Portanders delight in their eclecticity. Adjacent to our hotel is a huge Coin and Currency Convention which complements the charming geekiness of the area. Forgot how much I used to enjoy the whole numismatist thing as a kid. I’m not sure when and if I’ll make it back here, though if I don’t it won’t be because the city failed to impress me. Trees are everywhere, and the hills are alive with the s0unds of music and so much more.