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Who’s calling?

When my husband and I moved to Oregon, many things changed. Our cell phone numbers were not among them. But over time we developed a sneaking suspicion that we were missing calls. Local calls. Why?

Portland has a 503 area code; my cell phone has a 203 area code. Similarly, Portland has 971 while my husband has 917.

But. . . can’t people be trusted to read carefully, to pay attention, to not just dial out of habit or suspect a typo?

The silence is deafening.

 

Overlooked in Portland

Death and Taxes

Sorry, Portland, if this is not the mild winter you were promised.
Ain’t nothin’ certain. . .

 

Overlooked in Portland

A propos


Amidst all the headlines about science and France lately, I read Michael Pollan’s book “In Defense of Food.” In it he mentions an experiment by Paul Rozin, in which “he showed the words “chocolate cake” to a group of Americans and recorded their word associations. “Guilt” was the top response . . . the response of the French eaters to the same prompt: “celebration.”

Perhaps les Américaines have a bit to learn when it comes to joie de vivre.

 

 

Overlooked in Portland

Happy Holidays

Kerry Rowand

Overlooked in Portland

Kerry Rowand

Overlooked in Portland

Kerry Rowand

Overlooked in Portland

Kerry Rowand

Overlooked in Portland

Kerry Rowand

Overlooked in Portland

Kerry Rowand

Overlooked in Portland

Kerry Rowand

If this image were part of a real estate listing, it might read “convenient to transportation.”

A few years back when I was house hunting, many of the homes I looked at were small. Or rather, “cozy.” I recall the realtor describing one as a “ranchelo” (i.e. ranch + bungalow).

Now it seems trailer parks have been renamed tiny home pods and efficiencies are micro apartments.¬†In the words of one Nobel Prize winner, “The times they are a changin.”

Kerry Rowand

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