I spent the majority of my life there. It has become the most hypocritical nest of liberal scum imaginable. One particular story illustrates it. In a neighborhood where I restored an old house there was a corner tavern with a rich history. It had been built after WWII by the owner/operator and he had hired a construction company largely made up of veterans. One of these vets was a local man from the neighborhood who, before the war had been a semi-pro baseball player in the Yankees farm system with pretty good prospects. He went off to war and was seriously wounded thus ending his baseball career. He came back and became a carpenter. Shortly after the tavern was built a full 360 degree mural was done on the walls by a man who had received his art training through the WPA/CCC program in the Depression. This was. like it or not, an important piece of NW history. The man had worked on Timberline Lodge. In his later years he had taken to drinking and to support this hobby painted murals in businesses (especially bars and taverns) He became a part of the city's rich heritage. In this tavern he painted a panorama depicting the history of Portland from Indian life before Lewis and Clark to WWII. After many years as a carpenter the aforementioned veteran came back to the neighborhood and became the bartender at the bar. He worked there for 20 years or more. The old owner's family were met with an offer to buy the place. It came from an immigrant who married into the right family. Overnight the place was transformed into an ethnic restaurant. The bartender was fired and the place became one of the temporarily trendy hotspots after the mural was painted over. The old former ballplayer and Purple Heart recipient was left with nothing but his very meager Social Security check. He was still able to work as a bartender but no one was hiring 70 year old bartenders. He never had a family, his war injury made that impossible, and he was an only child. His wife had passed as well. When I heard he had lost his apartment, I tracked him down and offered him a place at the house I was restoring and tried to offer him work but he didn't want to take "charity". It only took another two months of the hard winter we had that year and this man was found in a doorway, dead from exposure. He was buried at Willamette National cemetery with military honors. At least he rests with his comrades and not far from two of my relatives. The restaurant has changed hands twice since. It is now a posh hangout for liberals who swill expensive wine and talk about how horrible it is that people don't realize that society owes something to people like Trayvon Martin. It is the way of out juvenile like society today I guess. Like children that don't respect their elders and are concerned with what the other kids are doing. What ever cause is getting attention TODAY is the real world to them. Portland, you're despicable.