I was conceived in Portland and my mother has told me before that she was working on building a community here that she would want to raise a kid in, before life got in the way and she moved to DC to take care of her mother. So this whole visit has partly been an experiment in alternate realities. What sort of person would I be now, how would my childhood have been different, if the Portland Observatory was the landmark that dominated my skyline instead of the Washington Monument? What if Congress Street had been the road I went adventuring on when there were errands to be run, instead of Connecticut Avenue?
On Halloween I went to meet the people I would’ve grown up surrounded by if life had pursued the expected course and to take part in an event that the Mirror Universe Eowyn probably considers a ritual. Shoestring Theater’s Halloween Parade.
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