Portland

So I pull into Portland with a little time to spare, navigate my way to an old haunt without looking at the map, instantly find a cute little coffee shop and one of the abundant free parking spots, pass a sign pointing to a "Free Pile," and am stopped for by a car with an "I love my library" bumper sticker. In the coffee shop, there are crayon drawings by adults and good-looking young people comparing indie t-shirts. Portland, could you be any more yourself?