... is alive in Portland.
You know you're in Portland when:
* Airport toilets include detailed flushing instructions for saving water and specially treated, non-germy handles.
* You don't bother with tickets for the interconnected system of light rail, street cars and buses as long as you're in the downtown "free rail zone."
* You eat at stationary food "carts," not mobile food "trucks."
* Food carts appear in narrow sidewalk spaces in between buildings. Who needs waivers or permits when they make the most delicious homemade peanut-butter, cherry jam, jalapeno and bacon sandwich on grilled challa bread you've ever tasted!?
* Community gardens spring up in vacant lots. Instead of complaining, the neighbors donate water.
* Community gardens spring up on construction sites, with cisterns to collect rainwater. Homemade signs thank the developers for the space.
* Instead of for-sale flyers in plexiglass in front yards, you find poetry flyers.
* The beloved visionary governor who restored open space and limited development was both a journalist and a Republican.
I was raising kids and missed the '90s zeitgeist, but Portland is definitely weird. In a good way.
Check out this photo album that Steve put together.
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