Feb 2nd, `1991. Holy smokes, I was at that Jerry Garcia show at the Warfield theater in San Francisco! Many thanks for this bit of remembrance. The next day I had a one-way ticket to go to Hawaii. This, after I flipped a coin to decide whether I was going to go join the Lafayette Park drummers that were keeping up George Bush all night during his war in the Gulf, where my brother was, or leave it behind to go live on the Hawaii beaches. It came up tails and Kailua Kona it was. Things seemed complex back then, but looking back on it now, much simpler times.
I concur. The tell was there, the fate chosen, and the dice has been rolled. The era of the Hive Mind on Instagram is here. Compliance to the boss is the loss, but you belong.
I had twenty bucks extra for a ticket and arrived in Hawaii with $3 and a loaf of rye bread from Berkeley's People's Park. I was from Portland and took the Green Tortoise down there for the cheapest ticket.
I have good memories of Portland. Friends from NYC want to move there in a couple years. In '97 I went to a wedding in Eugene by Amtrak and next day went to Portland to fly home. I ran in to a man I knew from Cafe La Boheme in the Mission who opened an art gallery in old Portland so that was fun.
Even though its changed a lot, there's still a lot of great restaurants in Portland. Eugene was a lot of fun too. The Dead shows there were some of my favorites, going to Cougar hot springs as well.
I drove to Autzen stadium for two days of the Dead and Little Feat. The show was great and we camped at the McKenzie River. I took the wrong road so Highway 1 was the route home. I liked the Oregon coast.
Girl from Portland still, says nice to hear of your past exploits and choices. Speaking of flipping coins, the whole reason I decided to come out here from my Detroit home was because of the tourism commercials in the 1970s that featured Bud Clark exposing himself to art, and lots of trees. At 10, I had decided this, though I only realized at 25 when I was faced with where to go after college. I took it all in wholeheartedly 30 years ago, but more recently feel less in common with many here, as we all do if we see this particular lunacy and genocide. Where to go is the problem, eh? I better start walkin soon if I am gonna....best
Yes, I went out there in the summer of 2020, to see my parents living in Vancouver, and all my PDX friends... were no longer my friends. WTF.
Portland was a magical place back then, I explored it all, loved the old bookshops and how cheap it was to live there! My sis bought an old house for $1 from the city. I got a $400 car from the city auction-- twice. What Broke Portland's Mind is a title I am waiting to see. And its funny, we don't even realize at the time what we are going to miss greatly later on.
Feb 2nd, `1991. Holy smokes, I was at that Jerry Garcia show at the Warfield theater in San Francisco! Many thanks for this bit of remembrance. The next day I had a one-way ticket to go to Hawaii. This, after I flipped a coin to decide whether I was going to go join the Lafayette Park drummers that were keeping up George Bush all night during his war in the Gulf, where my brother was, or leave it behind to go live on the Hawaii beaches. It came up tails and Kailua Kona it was. Things seemed complex back then, but looking back on it now, much simpler times.
I concur. The tell was there, the fate chosen, and the dice has been rolled. The era of the Hive Mind on Instagram is here. Compliance to the boss is the loss, but you belong.
Jerome I am surprised I was not. Probably no money and for sure no miracle ticket. I moved to SF in '87.
I had twenty bucks extra for a ticket and arrived in Hawaii with $3 and a loaf of rye bread from Berkeley's People's Park. I was from Portland and took the Green Tortoise down there for the cheapest ticket.
I have good memories of Portland. Friends from NYC want to move there in a couple years. In '97 I went to a wedding in Eugene by Amtrak and next day went to Portland to fly home. I ran in to a man I knew from Cafe La Boheme in the Mission who opened an art gallery in old Portland so that was fun.
Even though its changed a lot, there's still a lot of great restaurants in Portland. Eugene was a lot of fun too. The Dead shows there were some of my favorites, going to Cougar hot springs as well.
I drove to Autzen stadium for two days of the Dead and Little Feat. The show was great and we camped at the McKenzie River. I took the wrong road so Highway 1 was the route home. I liked the Oregon coast.
Girl from Portland still, says nice to hear of your past exploits and choices. Speaking of flipping coins, the whole reason I decided to come out here from my Detroit home was because of the tourism commercials in the 1970s that featured Bud Clark exposing himself to art, and lots of trees. At 10, I had decided this, though I only realized at 25 when I was faced with where to go after college. I took it all in wholeheartedly 30 years ago, but more recently feel less in common with many here, as we all do if we see this particular lunacy and genocide. Where to go is the problem, eh? I better start walkin soon if I am gonna....best
Yes, I went out there in the summer of 2020, to see my parents living in Vancouver, and all my PDX friends... were no longer my friends. WTF.
Portland was a magical place back then, I explored it all, loved the old bookshops and how cheap it was to live there! My sis bought an old house for $1 from the city. I got a $400 car from the city auction-- twice. What Broke Portland's Mind is a title I am waiting to see. And its funny, we don't even realize at the time what we are going to miss greatly later on.