This past weekend, while playing pick-up basketball at my gym, I got into a conversation about places of origin. See, the big joke out here in Portland is that everyone is from some place other than Portland. The only thing is, it’s not so much of a joke, because I literally went two years without meeting anyone who was born and raised here.

Granted, I don’t get out much, but that’s still a long time. I met people from the east coast, a bunch of people from the midwest and people from California, but none that were actually from Portland.

Anyway, during …

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