I've just returned from a week in Portland, land of all things silly, absurd, and mostly harmless. It seems the Portland Bike Warriors had a smash and crash derby that ran three days starting on Sunday. Teams of young adults, riding bikes pulling chariots of junk parts, chased each other around a makeshift arena hitting each other with foam clubs. You can read more about it here.
Maybe that's what I like about Portland - it's just plain quirky. You can fit in no matter who you are - there are simply all types living in the rainy city. Both of our daughters live in the same apartment complex where they are friends with the inhabitants that come from all walks of life and are readily accepted no matter their job (one is a stripper), their sexual orientation, or what political party they associate with - although I would guess most are liberal. Most liberals are open to diversity, and in Portland you really have to be open to diversity.
So, now that I'm back in my own purple state, I'm once again looking at real estate in Portland. It's not just the rain, which I love, my family, which I love more, but it's the feeling that I'm okay in my skin. I can be my own quirky self. After all, if people with metal cages around their bikes are part of the landscape, how can one feel otherwise?