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The Oregon Senate voted 29-0 this week to require restaurants run by public entities to undergo routine health inspections. The legislation was prompted by a WW
story in December that reported the O
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Letters to the Editor
I enjoyed your article about Kutless [“Jesus Freaks,” WW, Feb. 27, 2013]. I’m a Christian, but not one of those Christians. I have heard of Kutless, but only because they sell their CDs at Fred
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Murmurs
Political pressure has been increasing on Mayor Charlie Hales to restore $1.2 million for sidewalk construction on Southeast 136th Avenue, after a 5-year-old girl, Morgan Maynard-Cook,
was struck an
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Letters to the Editor
Oregon should legitimize its current huge cannabis
industry with an eye toward the eventual nationwide market, and position
its growers and processors for global domination [“Endo Days,” WW, F
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Murmurs
City officials were flushed with pride last November over news that the Portland Loo open-air public restroom they sold to Victoria, B.C., had been voted “Canada’s Best Toilet”
in a national p
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Letters to the Editor
I would like to make a couple of points of clarification regarding Aaron Mesh’s article [“Fiscal Bluff,” WW,
Feb. 13, 2013]. The first is that the residents at the Clark Center are
not vagra
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Murmurs
When voters approved a new taxing district for the Multnomah County Library last fall, they also crunched the City of Portland’s budget.
That’s because the new taxing district squeezed out $10 m
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Letters to the Editor
Bullshit.
I remember back in the ’80s when the number passed around with shock and dismay was 1 in 5, then 1 in 4, now 1 in 3! [“1 in 3,” WW,
Feb. 6, 2013.] Hell, one of the charts in this s
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Move over, Baltimore: Portland has its own Tommy Carcetti. City Commissioner Nick Fish will make his film debut on HBO next month in American Winter, a documentary on Portland families struggling on t
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Three writers tell of their experiences with violence, and their journeys back.
News
A rapist is in jail, but her fear still runs loose.
by Anna Bjornberg
In the winter of 1995, I was 16 and a high-school senior
in Boise, Idaho. I was miserable in Boise and counting down the days
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