December 2022

In my town, Portland, Oregon, we just lost yet another person to gun violence, this time as a result of an argument over a parking spot. Seriously.

“Dad? Did those early horseless carriages have big gas tanks?” I asked. I was about seven years old and sitting in the front seat of our old Packard car in the early 1950s. It was a really neat big car that my dad could drive down the road with one finger on the steering wheel, the camber of the road curves making driving easy. We were at a gas station and Dad was still in the driver’s seat because at that time, we didn’t fill our gas tanks ourselves. And if I remember right, gas was about 29 cents a gallon. But then some candy bars were 5 cents, a Coke in a glass bottle sitting in a cold water chest was 10 cents, and a new car was only two thousands dollars.