A Writer Bemoans Portland Winters

Apparently my girlfriend is not the only one. Down East

"Sometimes in winter I look at the frozen moonscape outside my window and wonder where on earth I am. Where did this snowbound, Siberian city come from? Where is the leafy, smiling, sophisticated Portland that at certain other seasons of the year makes an appearance in this identical location? Or is this brutal Portland the real Portland? Is winter the truest season, the one that reveals us to ourselves?" continued...