Do you have a symbol for your home? I do. Everyday when I come home from work, I cross the St. Johns bridge. Dedicated in 1931, the St. Johns Bridge crosses the Willamette River in North Portland. St. Johns itself was once a separate city, but was annexed by Portland in 1915. Now it is a cute, partially gentrified neighborhood with a main street, antique shops, restaurants and even a few bars. This is Portland after all.
The Bridge itself is graceful, with gothic towers and sweeping suspension cables. On a clear day, as I cross from West to East, I can see at least 3 snow-covered peaks and I know how lucky I am to live in my home near the Bridge.
While I’m on the topic of luck, there have been a few changes in my employment. I’m not sure I’d call them “lucky” per se, but I strive to be positive. Due to these changes, our ability to travel has been diminished and this blog has obviously fallen by the wayside. I do still want to write something other than legal memos and briefs, however, so the focus of the blog will be shifting to reflect more on past travels, travel news, and Portland itself. I hate the term “staycation,” but given our travel limitations, When Pigs Fly will now focus more on travels in and near Portland, Oregon, reasons to come here, things to do, and places to eat. My only hope is that it is interesting and (sometimes) informative!