Hearing the rain coming down in buckets and sheets for yet another night. Thinking about how Portland has never really figured out housing.

A few days before the atmospheric river paid us a visit, a person transitioning from living on the streets died of a fire inside their tiny abode.

Remembering Vanport and the flood of 1948.

Thinking about houseless people in this downpour who didn't hear any of the magical thinking nor the wishful pronouncements of a spreadsheet cult.

#Portland #Housing