January 25, 2015. My regular Sunday afternoon visit with my son and hsi family took place today at OMSI, the Oregon Museum of Science and Industry. It is close enough that I was able to walk there, taking aobut 30 minutes, and on the way I noticed some eating places I had not been aware of previosuly.
I met my son and his five-year-old daughter there, and we spent the afternoon enjoying the many exhibits the palce has to offer. It is extremely kid-friendly, and my granddaughter spent hours enjoying the varous play areas for kids; the place seemed to be a combination of kids' museum and science museum.
Outside the building I noticed a new bridge over the Willamette River, and I realized that this bridge was not yet in operation, but was being built to carry the new orange light rail line, which will begin operation on Sept. 12th as the fifth light rail line in the awesome Tri-Met public transportation system which Portlanders are so rightfully proud of. (A newspaper article reported that it will open on time, and that preparations are actually running ahead of schedule.) There is an orange line station at my usual bus stop just two blocks from my apartment, so this will be an exciting development for me personally, as I love riding the train.
Saturday, May 23, 2015
Brooklyn Philly's
December 27, 2014. A delightful aspect of Portland is the plethora of food carts. Many of thse are concentrated in the douwntown area, but others are scattered around throughotu the city.
In my neighborhood, Brooklyn, there is one food cart, called Brooklyn Philly's. I had stopped in a week or two before this date, and got an awesome philly cheesesteak. It was a bit pricey at $9.50, but sufficed for two meals, and I love supporting local entrepreneurs.
So, I stopped in again on this date. The owner/operator greeted me like an old friend, and kept up a steady stream of chatter. Turns out he is originally from Palermo, Sicily, and he remarked that he had been back there recently and it had seemed dirtier to him than he rememberd it.
As far as why he is located where he is, he said he lives in an apartment in the house next door. It sounded like he had retired there, but then decided to open this foor cart in order to pass it on to his son.
The postscript to this is that the son lacks his father's gregariousness, and the place is now closed. I suspect that the son simply decided that the long hours and confined existence of operating the food cart was not the life he wanted for himself.
In my neighborhood, Brooklyn, there is one food cart, called Brooklyn Philly's. I had stopped in a week or two before this date, and got an awesome philly cheesesteak. It was a bit pricey at $9.50, but sufficed for two meals, and I love supporting local entrepreneurs.
So, I stopped in again on this date. The owner/operator greeted me like an old friend, and kept up a steady stream of chatter. Turns out he is originally from Palermo, Sicily, and he remarked that he had been back there recently and it had seemed dirtier to him than he rememberd it.
As far as why he is located where he is, he said he lives in an apartment in the house next door. It sounded like he had retired there, but then decided to open this foor cart in order to pass it on to his son.
The postscript to this is that the son lacks his father's gregariousness, and the place is now closed. I suspect that the son simply decided that the long hours and confined existence of operating the food cart was not the life he wanted for himself.
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