Just another day in Portlandia

bike

On a recent bike ride to the university, one of my commuter streets was blocked to traffic.

Cyclists were steered to the sidewalk while a road crew–looking like worker-bees in their yellow, orange and black vests–loped alongside trucks and trailers.

On the sidewalk another cyclist headed toward me, so I slowed, then stopped, letting him pass.

One of the worker-bees grinned, “Hey—traffic jam!”

They waved and sang, “Have a great day,” as I cycled past.

Only in Portland, I thought—will you find a jovial road-crew.

Back on the road, I pedaled past amber-colored ash trees in the neighborhood, and thought I heard a whip.

At least, that what it sounds like when movie characters lash a crop.

I saw a bald-headed man, outfitted in a black top and black trousers, flat on his back on the sidewalk.

He was cracking a whip in the air while he lay prone.

Only in Portland.

###

20 October 2018

#onlyinportland

#Portlandia

#zenteaching

#nativewriter

#nativepress

#osage

#wahshashe

#whatstrending

#thebuddhaway

 

 

 

Advertisements

About Cynthia Coleman Emery

Professor and researcher at Portland State University who studies science communication, particularly issues that impact American Indians. She is enrolled with the Osage tribe.
This entry was posted in biking, nativescience, Portland. Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s