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Desperately Seeking Salem Sentences

Wednesday, July 1st, 2009

Salem

My first visit to Salem occurred on November 12, 2008, on a red-letter day for Oregon weather — wet and slick and dark and miserable. And yet, we kinda liked Salem. We sure liked the people that my husband interviewed with here better than the options in Eugene and Portland, if you can believe it.

I liked that there was a downtown with department stores — what a throwback!

I liked the little candy-colored cottages that led up to said downtown.

And being a complete nerd who veers off the road when she sees brown highway signs, I really, really wanted to find the travel office.

Not a single person I asked knew where it was. I had seen some signs around town, these faded green and blue things on the side of the road that sent you heading towards Stayton — as if to suggest, if you are a traveler in Salem, you must be heading out of town.

We finally found the center, at the time it was located in a corner of the Mission Mill Museum. It was staffed by a dear little old lady who didn’t really know how to cater to the likes of us (no offense to dear little old lady volunteers, I’m going to be one someday).

Well, much has changed since that first visit. Travel Salem is kickin’ it downtown and is running, Usain Bolt-like into the new millennium with a concentrated marketing effort that includes a pretty steady Twitter presence. And while I can’t say I really understand the slogan “Absolutely Oregon,” and the “Culture Seeker” option on its website currently leads to a dead page, and the “Sunday Brunch” page only lists one restaurant, I think that Salem is indeed becoming a destination people might want to punch into their GPS. Travel Salem does seem to be playing a part in that.

Still, the entries on Salem in travel books floor me, hence this month’s column in Salem Monthly on Salem’s travel mojo.

I didn’t really intend it like a call-to-arms, which the title suggests, just a way to get people thinking about image and place and change and travel.

Read the column, and do let me know what your first Salem sentence is — what’s the first thing you say when people ask you about the place you live?

Subliminal urban beautification idea #1

Wednesday, June 24th, 2009

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Wait for it… wait for it… wait for it…

Every time we cross the Center Avenue bridge just past 14th Street NE on the way towards the State Hospital someone says it. I say it, Adam says it, we both say it:

“Salem is really kinda cute, isn’t it?”

For a while we thought it was the adorable early 20th century cottages that line the road, one after each other, like little candy hearts on a LIFE gameboard. Then we thought maybe it was the bucolic streamscapes on both side of the bridge, which make you feel like you are someplace other than Salem.

Finally, after maybe a 143 trips across the bridge, we figured it out.

It’s the duck crossing sign.

So here’s an idea: Maybe Salem doesn’t need a really great dessert place, or a few less existential signs, or the lawn police to get people to remove all the junk from the front of their yards (blue tarps are not the answer, people).

Salem needs more adorable signs.

I have never seen a duck crossing this road — and judging by the speed at which commuters pass over this bridge, I am guessing I never will.

But I’m pretty sure that simply seeing a warning that there may be a duck family living around here changed the way I feel about this city intersection.

Make way for ducklings!

Capital Shots: Popcorn landscape

Saturday, June 6th, 2009

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And you thought the Cherry blossoms were fluffy.

Salem Monthly June issue is OUT

Monday, June 1st, 2009

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As my girl Heidi always says: “Either you’re in, or you’re OUT.” For print publications, it always feels good to be out  in the world, getting lapped up by thirsty readers.

I’ve got three smaller stories in the June issue of Salem Monthly. For one, my appeal to the world to check out Salem’s coolest junk shops in this month’s DSS column.

When I finally told husband Adam what I was writing about this month he kind of freaked out, since he has this idea that I have portrayed him as a cheapskate. Well, let me tell you that all of my nonfiction stories are true. We are only cheap in some areas of our lives so we can eat out and travel a lot.

Also, I have played down the stories of my father-in-laws parsimony so as to make them sound more believable.

You will also find a story about our very own Salem’s Latte, which has made an appearance on this blog before, if only in the comments section. Here’s an insider’s view of the coffee stand.

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I finally looked up Salem’s Latte – THE BEST LATTE IN TOWN! – a few months ago after hearing through the grapevine that there is indeed a place where you can pick up Stumptown coffee in Salem. I think you’ll find that it’s a nice little story of quiet people trying to do great things.Stop by and see Carrie sometime – no, the irony of sharing a name with a Stephen King character is not lost on her – and tell her I sent you.

Also, if you’re really into coffee, you’ll want to read a story of how New Yorkers responded to the arrival of Stumptown in a recent story called “The Messiah Hails from Portland.”

Finally, I’ve got a story on the Salem Public Library’s “Read to a Pet” program. As my feature writing students will know, Rule #1 for newspaper feature stories is to put a dog in it. People love dogs. Of course, that’s not always possible, but I do find myself drawn to animal stories and have been looking for them here in town.

I have long been fascinated by therapy dogs — actually, assistance monkeys are more my thing these days — and found that the Top Dogs at the library are doing a great job of getting kids to overcome their inhibitions towards reading. Hey, whatever gets kids picking up books!

Here’s a pic that didn’t make it to print, of  the two kids in the article reading to Snickers.

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Doneva Milletta, the local woman who runs the program, sent me a really nice email that I received after the story went to print, so here’s two more of her cents:

“Because it is unusual to see a pet in the library in a public place, people are drawn to open their books more than not, just to pet and interact with the the animals. Since I started the program with the Salem library a few years back, their are quite a few children that continue to come back every month just to visit, read and even give the pets a few hugs or two. This has proven to be a positive experience for both the child as well as the pet. Unfortunately, some children don’t have a parent or special person that has made time for a child to read to them.  Coming to the library and reading to a pet, gives them this opportunity.”

And as always, there are other people writing great stuff in the Monthly, so be sure to check out:

Editor Eric Howald’s story on dying newspapers.

A story by the editors on NE Salem’s new community garden.

Nate Rafn’s column on food preservation, which is very HOT right now (I even checked out a pickle book the other day).

Capital Shots: Puppytown, U.S.A.

Friday, April 24th, 2009

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Some people go for the fresh eggs, some flip for Foulweather Coffee, some prefer pork… I’ll take two King Charles spaniels. Seriously, the parking lot, where the Salem Saturday Market occurs, turns into is Puppytown, U.S.A. on Saturday mornings.

Capital Shots: View from La Perla

Wednesday, April 22nd, 2009

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Capital Shots: Urban Chickens 2.0

Saturday, April 18th, 2009

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If you can’t get a real egg-laying, cluck-rapping, underground chicken in Salem, you can always pick up these ladies — er, hens — er, ambigiously sexless fabric chickens at the Salem Saturday Market.

No word on whether they can tie their own shoes…

Waiting for GoDot on D Street

Thursday, April 16th, 2009

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Something strange happens when people are forced to wait for a train passing through the center of Salem at D Street. They start to go through the seven stages of grief in the Kuebler-Ross grief cycle:

  • Shock or Disbelief - Oh my gosh, a train in the middle of the day!
  • Denial - That is not the no-pass bar dropping right in front of my car.
  • Bargaining - Ok, I’ll wait here, but only as long as it takes for Rusted Root to sing “On My Way” (Seriously, this  happened to me yesterday).
  • Guilt – If only I had gotten here sooner. Twenty seconds would have done it.
  • Anger – God**** M*#$%F^%$#! (pounds fist on steering wheel)
  • Depression – I’m never getting home. This train will never pass. I’m at 80 boxcars and there are 1,254 more. No one loves me.
  • Acceptance and Hope – My, isn’t there gorgeous, inspirational graffiti on these Union Pacific boxcars. Look at what all these weird people are doing as they wait for the train to pass.

I waited for no less than 26 minutes at the D Street railroad crossing yesterday at about 11:30 a.m. By the time the path was clear, the people waiting on both sides of the track had stopped being angry and had started doing really strange things. One kid — obviously just steps from high school, where he was supposed to be — kept looking for a clear path between boxcars when the train started going really slow.

Seriously kids, do not do this. Very dangerous.

One girl, who looked about 15, started spinning around in circles.

The angry people in the car behind me got out and had a conversation.

And the 38 cars waiting on the other side of the tracks? Who knows what they were doing. Within seconds, they had sped across the tracks and were gone.

Capital Shots: Happiness within reach

Monday, April 13th, 2009

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They really know how to hide the eggs here in Salem! Like all the good things here, they are hidden in plain view and reward those who reach!

Jammin' in the corner with R.J.

Thursday, April 9th, 2009

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In a spare, second-floor room lit only by Christmas lights, in a building on Court Street in downtown Salem, the music begins.

It’s “You Light Up My Life,” a song I haven’t heard for about 17 years. It starts with a slow intro and then opens up into its glorious, and gloriously cheesy, refrain.

That’s when my husband really starts moving me around the floor in big, graceful swoops. That’s when my calves start to burn. That’s when he looks at my face and we break out laughing, but never lose a step.

Did you know that song was a waltz?

“You Light Up My Life” is the last song R.J. put on for us last Tuesday, just one of the nights we’ve headed down to the dance studio for its open dance night.

There are usually about 4-7 couples at open dance night, but always, there is R.J., the studio’s owner, a former ballroom dancer who has owned this dance studio in Salem since 1984 and who has had one of these events every week for the past 25 years (he generally closes for holidays).

R.J. doesn’t dance too much anymore. But he’s always over there by the stereo, surrounded by about 400 CD’s, boppin’ to the music and, occasionally, when they really need it, showing people the basic steps to waltz, fox trot, rumba, disco, swing and tango.

If you ever get a chance to see R.J.’s wife, who teaches at the studio, you might get one reason that this man is going strong well into retirement.

(She’s a knockout).

But I imagine his longevity has something to thank of the music, the dance itself, the chance to live standing up.


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