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Saturday, April 23, 2016

You can't go home again

Out on errands, had a fit of masochistic nostalgia and drove through my old NW neighborhood, where I lived in the 1980s, in love with Portland. My visiting NYC agent loved it, too: "This is the way Greenwich Village used to be. Pray it never changes." It did, of course, gentrification cranking up in the 1990s.

Tonight 23rd Avenue was filled with young diners out for a Saturday night, many not born back in the day. Many lines to get into restaurants and clubs I never heard of. These kids looked like they were enjoying Portland as much as I used to.

But I haven't liked Portland in ages and am here only because my wife won't move.

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