Stumptown

The early settlers of Portland were so busy making lumber, and the land was so rich and plentiful, they didn’t bother to remove the stumps.  Formerly a pejorative, and now a term of endearment, Stumptown is where I call home.

And here I sit in the Stumptown Coffee Roastes on Belmont.  I’ve spent my life on Belmont.  Whether on the Mt. Tabor bus, hanging out with a former girlfriend from another life, or taking a shortcut to downtown.  It is good to be back in PDX.

Non-pretentious, open, eclectic, and full of life and energy.  This is life in Portland and I’m home!