Cure for the Stumptown Blues When I find myself under the unrelenting mist darkening the windows of my Portland apartment or slogging down the damp streets with feet wet to the socks I tend to get a little down, way down, low down in stumptown. We’ve all been there. So I head to the coin star (because like most young Portlanders I am poor) and fill my tank with gas, because there is still one place that my doldrums cannot follow me. Just one leisurely drive and another world away from the realities of day-to-day city life and in my personal case the hopeless search for gainful employment. So, last Saturday my husband Paul and I took of on the short trip from Portland to Depoe Bay. This time of year most of the little stands
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