Portland I |
I walk east. The first block is a solid canyon of apartment buildings. Further down there are more apartments, a church, a senior center, a few offices. Then I'm surprised to see a row of colorful old Victorian-style houses. Even the sidewalks are brick and there are electric lanterns for street lights. I wonder if this street is all that's left of a larger Victorian neighborhood, but there's no one around to ask. Soon, Irving Street is barricaded by the freeway, preventing me from exploring the many temptations of the Pearl District (perhaps we'll get there another day.) A nearby print shop has two signs pasted to it's side door: NO UPS. I've seen these signs (sometimes they say, YES) since I arrived in Portland and have always wondered what is going. Is it a blood feud with Fed Ex? A ballot referendum? Turning back I retrace my steps and cross the commercial areas of 21st and 23rd Avenues. At the corner of 23rd I see the painted horse is out in front of Dazzle, an upscale gift store. In the spirit of the day, I name him Irving. There are just a few more blocks to go before the street dead-ends, but this time there is a long flight of stairs that takes me up to what would be a good view, if not for the construction fence and the rain and fog that sock in the city below. As I descend the stairs
I see there is no way to sugar-coat this journey. Is it because it's not
a very interesting street or that I am unable to find anything much of
interest? As I wonder about this I cross paths with a UPS man walking
to his truck. I ask him about the signs. He laughs at my suggestion of
a UPS boycott and tells me that the signs are actually used by those who
have UPS accounts and the NO UPS is just a way of saying they don't have
anything to pick up. "Saves a trip inside," he says. So while
there are no particularly interesting insights today, at least one mystery
is solved. |
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