One summer night several years ago, somewhere on the Oregon coast, and after I found the bottom of a bottle of wine, a long conversation occurred about the manifold wonders of the city of Portland.
After a while I threw my hands in the air and said, okay, okay, okay, I get it. Portland is heaven on fucking Earth. Despite my momentary exasperation (which was more with a person in the room than with the topic), I have only met one person from New York City who’s visited Portland and didn’t think about moving there. This is not a new phenomenon. In 1971, then-Governor Tom McCall famously said this: “Come visit us again and again. This is a state of excitement. But for heaven’s sake, don’t come here to live.”
For The Pearl magazine, I’ve been profiling people who are lucky enough to already live in heaven on fucking earth. In February, there was Plot Twists(the surprising story behind the Pearl District’s metamorphosis into Portland’s hottest neighborhood), and in May, Helping Hands, in which a pair of Pearl District wellness entrepreneurs find success through mutual mentoring.