Over the course of the last six months in Portland, I frequently drive the off ramp to Milwaukie Avenue off McLoughlin Boulevard. There, I would crane right toward the Willamette River to glimpse the flotilla of derelict boats captained by homeless pirates and then whip left to observe a tent constructed under some trees on a 45-degree slope of dirt and surrounded by guardrails, concrete and traffic.
"And some there be which have no memorial; who have perished as though they have never been . . ".