From co-op to corporate boardroom, the making of a mayoral candidate.
It’s dawn on a Tuesday, and 30 women have gathered in a
15th-floor conference room in the Standard Plaza at a sold-out breakfast
of coffee, melon and bagels. They’ve come to hear Portland’s
A practical guide to riding through Portland’s damp seasons.
The rain will stop. When it does, thousands of smiling
noobs will pedal shiny candy-colored cruisers and used mountain bikes
with fake suspension forks along our streets. They’ll ride to work a
Four years ago, things were great for
Gayle Goschie. She was growing hops on the same 1,000 acres in the
Willamette Valley that her parents and grandparents had tended, selling a
Special Valentines: Pooch poetry, cat chat, and warm wishes for goldfishes.
Love and ink create a potent alloy. Shaw Flick’s chest
testifies to that. The 29-year-old Portland man is tattooed with a
nearly life-size portrait of his dog, Scurvy.
Make that Flick’s ex-d
Andy Ricker takes Pok Pok to New York. Do his wings have a prayer?
woman in the woolen hat mouths the words on the sidewalk in Manhattan’s
Lower East Side, where Andy Ricker has opened the latest outpost of his
Will 2012 be the year Oregon finally adopts a reasonable marijuana policy?
Oregonians love marijuana. Take a walk along Southeast Clinton Street some summer evening and you’ll get contact confirmation.
most recent National Survey on Drug Use and Health, from
The fastest-growing group of inmates in Oregon: Women. A look inside Coffee Creek.
The archetypal prisoner of the last century wore stripes
and carried a ball and chain. In the early part of the 21st century, he
wore an orange jumpsuit.
The typical 2012 inmate may instea
Grocers think they can finally break the state’s 80-year, nearly $500 million monopoly—but at what cost?
Steve Pharo has something just outside his Milwaukie
office door that Joe Gilliam wants—$70 million worth of vodka, whiskey,
tequila and every other distilled spirit sold in Oregon.
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Getting off, snorting up and wrestling with family demons—excerpts from Storm Large’s new memoir.
Storm Large is calling from the Four Seasons in New York,
where she is having lunch. “I’m looking at Martha Stewart, Tom Brokaw,
Vernon Jordan,” she says. “I’m in a den of 1 percenters.