Happy trails!

Alas, it seems I will have to pack up my wagon and move on. The owners of my apartment building have decided to sell the property to a buyer who plans to evict us and remodel. This stinks on many levels, not the least of which is that this has been the most profoundly badass apartment I’ve ever occupied. Seventies bachelor pad all the way, with a fireplace, sunken living room, shag carpet and lots of weird angles.

Where shall I go? I know not! Portland is a competitive renting market, particularly for the neighborhoods I enjoy. It’s like a wildfire chasing me from my home, except it’s not a fire, it’s not hot, and no one dies. Yet.