It doesn't snow in Portland

At least that is the accepted wisdom, and what our sons told us before we moved here. Of course, it isn't true. It snows very little, but when it does, the city undergoes some kind of demonic transformation. Last Tuesday, a friend and I went downtown to the movies (Young Victoria-very good). When we emerged from the theater at 5:00, there was three inches of snow and total chaos on the roads. Only because I encouraged my friend to make a totally illegal Boston maneuver were we able to get across the river and home before total gridlock happened there as well. Everyone is blaming everyone else for the mess-the transit authority blames the weather bureau and the weather bureau seems to be blaming anyone but themselves. And today our decidedly weird mayor, Sam Adams, has announced that he will tweet when another storm is coming or is upon us. As if that will help people learn to drive in a slight snowfall!

I went out a couple of days later and the above is the only evidence of the storm I could find. Perhaps the remains of a snowman?