Friday, September 26, 2008
Oddities: The Trumpet Guy
When I was a kid, my family would make the (to me) long drive from Central Oregon to the big city of Portland. My brothers and I would walk around with our necks craned up to look at what were, to us, skyscrapers, and we'd practically hang out the windows of our room at the Imperial Hotel watching the people the size of little ants on the sidewalks below.
As a teenager living in the 'burbs, I'd take off in the family car (a Plymouth Fury III 4-door hardtop with a 386 V8 engine) and head downtown to the "hippie shops" that lined SW 3rd in the early 70s. My favorite was a waterbed shop where there were always interesting people hanging out and talking. Go figure.
I don't get downtown much any more, but when I do I make it a point to cross the Hawthorne Bridge to see what The Trumpet Guy is doing with his flowers, his puppets or his toys. He's there around rush hour nearly every day, and I'd love to know more about him. Can anybody add enlightenment?
Posted by Kathleen Bauer at 10:52 AM