Small world

Harriet just met a neighbor here in our apartment complex, said her last name, and the neighbor asked if she knew Charles Deemer. She rented an apartment in NW when I managed it, back in the 80s during my run in the local sun, and vividly remembers how cool it was to see my play on public television, her manager writing for TV! Ha ha. We agreed the 80s were Portland at its best, downhill since then. She said her mother would never visit her because the neighborhood looked too dangerous but once it got gentrified, she loved the area. Oh well.