The Day I Sang with “Elvis” at Portland’s Saturday Market — and Found Real Human Connection
Portland, 1993-ish. It was a time when weird wasn’t a marketing gimmick — it was just the natural state of things. If you were there, you know. And if you weren’t… well, buckle up. I was in my early 20s, wandering through the always-vibrant, slightly chaotic, wildly beautiful Saturday Market…