This past saturday we had a block party on our street. The ends of the block were fitted with orange cones and the kids took over with bikes, trikes, and scooters. The rain never let up but we strung a tarp between the trees and everyone brought a dish to share. There was a bluegrass band in a garage and a keg in the street and everyone came out. That is part of what I love about Portland. It rains, it rains a lot, but it doesn’t stop people from getting out and interacting with each other. We aren’t afraid to get a little wet to be able to hang out with friends. This block party was the last one that we will get to experience as residents of this great street, though our current house mates are moving into the house next door. We will still get to come and hang out with families and friends we have made here, just not as often as we have gotten used to.
The party started at 3 PM with a bunch of people helping out with the set up. There was a potluck with plenty of tasty food and keg of Widmer beer. Last year the Band was on top of a garage but with the rain this year they moved inside. One mic set hot to pick up a Guitar, Mandolin, Banjo, and Fiddle with four guys that had never played together before. It was a full sound and had the feel of sitting in on a jam session with really talented musicians. There are folks in the neighborhood that we talk to every day but others that we only see but rarely talk to. The block party was a good time to connect with those people. I learned about the garden on the corner and the low prices before the Max train came in. We got a lot of “We’ll miss you” conversations and I think they were sincere. We will miss this block too. I am hoping that where ever we end up will be as hospitable but you never know.