The hippies don't only live in Vermont. There are many here in beautiful Portland, Oregon, up in the northwest region of the U.S. They wear woolen hats and ugly shoes and hug trees. And if you've been to Portland, you'd know why.
It's beautiful here.
I'm judging yet another another advertising awards show. One long flight from the east coast to the west, but here I am. And tonight we were treated to an amazing dinner at Marrakesh, a Moroccan restaurant in the northwest area of the city.
We were plonked on the floor on soft cushions and watched a belly dancer shake her booty - literally! Great job gal.
I would like to live here. It has the ocean, it has forests, and it has Starbucks. So I would be happy. But we shall see what the economy has in store for me. Until then, I shall gladly take my unemployment checks.
On Tuesday, I'll hop on a plane and head back east. Back to the cold, back to the steel.
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