CL

My longest-running friend in Portland. Over forty years.  We used to tear this town apart, particularly our old neighborhood in Northwest.  You can't behave like we used to in that part of town anymore, since it was turned into a shopping mall.  You'd be told to leave the sector, the civilized minions would call the cops on you.  You'd be taken away in a straight jacket.  The moneyed interests would vote you into exile. You might get assassinated by a high-tech millionaire for not being politically correct.

Ah, the good old days. The place has had about a 60 pt. IQ drop in recent years, but there are more shiny new cars on the avenues than ever. Fry-cooks and adjunct professors can't afford to live there.  The best and brightest have scattered in the wind.

CL is an artist.


TS