No thanks

The mail brought a copy of Portland Monthly magazine, which I had not asked for, unattractively packed with ads, and more ads, and more, and in the margins of ads taking broad strokes over various aspects of city life, in a way that made me want to run the other direction, no city for me, thank you very much, and of course no mention of any of my old haunts from the 1980s, before gentrification, several of which still exist. How times change. Loved Portland in the 1980s. Have hated it since the late 1990s.

But I don't live there any more! Drum roll!