Dear Portland: Let us go then,
→[More:]you and I, while the evening is spread out against the sky like a patient etherised upon a table AND MEET THE HELL UP ONE OF THESE DAYS SOON.
I haven't seen any of you bastards since Halloween.
And, yes I mean Oregon. Sorry, Maine, but our Portland has almost 10 times the population of yours, so we get the name now, even though you had it first.