Well, so says the shiny cube (which, rumor has it, actually opens up into a hot dog stand) in TriMet's Civic Plaza. More precisely, so says one breathless sketch of Portland history as it wraps in staggered paragraphs around the four visible sides of the cube.
But in the familiar westward view there's not a salacious boarding house to be seen. And, lest you out-of-towners think I'm trying to be clever by looking away from this den of iniquity, let me just mention that there is a Jaguar dealership about the same distance in the other direction as the Volvo dealership is in this one.
Ah, sweet gentrification. You do measure the waxings and wanings of a city.
On a nearly unrelated note: one of my favorite business names ever belonged to a now-departed antique store on antique row in Sellwood. It was, yes, the Den of Antiquity.
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