Jefferson Smith built a political machine. Now he’s trying to drive it to City Hall.
On a recent Saturday morning, a
sleepy-eyed retired auto-parts worker named Gavin Griffin opened the
door of his Sabin-neighborhood home to find a blond giant on his
Illustrations by Hawk Krall
The scummiest election season, like, ever, is in full
swing and the level of American civil discourse is at an all-time low
(slut-shaming, anyone?). It seems like it
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