I live on an urban volcano. They say it’s extinct though I’m not certain how can you tell if a volcano is truly extinct. The volcano’s caldera sits about a half a mile to the south, it’s not flashy, no lava, just an asphalt parking lot that looks eerily empty in the blustery November weather. The volcano does give Portland a statistic as the only city in North America with a volcano inside city limits.
Our neighborhood feels like a neighborhood should, filled with families, squirrels, kids and a variety of adults who enjoy a martini now and then. I’ve developed a soft spot for our 90 year old neighbor named Nan. I’m guessing that her Scottish accent is as strong now as it was when she came to live here 65 years ago. Nan can be a little feisty and that’s why she’s dear to me.
I didn’t know that I was going to start writing a blog, but then again I didn’t know I was going to start school again after a 20 years stint away from Portland State University. In my head I’m living the life of a hot coed and in real life I am a mid-life, artist with a brain that’s still quite sharp (despite what you may have heard about women over 25) that’s got one foot in the Ed Sullivan Show and the other in YouTube.
Back to volcanos, I’ve been fortunate to see many volcanos and some of them were erupting and some of them weren’t. Volcanos cannot be extinct because I’ve seen many of them, it’s the Do-Do bird I haven’t spotted. I wonder if Do-Dos were spotted… how will we ever know?