Hippietown

Like I've said in previous posts, Margaret and I live in Hippietown, which is saying something for Portland, since most outsiders think the entire city is Hippietown. This was reiterated this weekend when Margaret and I were on a walk through our neighborhood. As we were walking down the sidewalk, there was a couple walking towards us. I was paying particular attention because the guy was wearing a flourescent orange fake fur Dr. Seuss-style top hat on. While not enough to think it strange in our neighborhood, it WAS notable. Well, almost as we reached the couple, they stopped and started talking to one another, and the snippet that we overheard as we walked by was "Well, do you want to go back and smoke a bowl before we go over there?" (for anyone out there that doesn't know what "smoke a bowl" is, it has to do with non-medical marijuana. Margaret and I just had to laugh--and she pointed out that we must not look like undercover narcotics police, so evidently don't look like "The Man©." Of course we also didn't look cool enough to be offered any bowls of pot, either.