1955
I wasn’t alive in 1955, but Portland today is how I envision it must have been. Well, 1955 with an uber progressive green living attitude, lots of pot, people riding around on 10ft high bikes, mopeds, scooters and every car from a land yacht to a space mobile. When I say 1955 I refer to the neighborhood community attitude. Last night the two guys we’re buying our new house from threw us a party to meet all the neighbors on the street. Read that sentence again. Surprising, right? Well now recall that we live in a major city, not Nebraska. Now it’s jaw drop shocking! Especially coming from Boston, where the greeting you’d typically get from your new neighbors is a ‘hi, don’t fu#cking park in my street spot’.
These guys and the neighbors are unreal! They all made dishes, had wine and enjoyed the night talking about the hood.
Thanks Jack and Ric, it’s not everyday you find a house FSBO that results in the sellers throwing a welcome to the hood party.
I’m still unsure where or when I live. All I know is I like it.
This photo is hilarious. I tried to pose in my best leave it to beaver stance.
“1955”