Our Week in Portland, Part II

We managed to do the Portland Underground tour. It was a walking tour of some of downtown’s history before going underground to the tunnels where ‘shanghaied’  or crimped men were turned into sailors.

The king of crimping in Portland even crimped his teenaged son. When the tour guide asked what we thought the son did when he returned to town after 5 years at sea, I volunteered that he killed his dad. Apparently, that was the wrong answer. The correct answer is, he went into the family business-crimping.

Go figure.

Our tour also included a visit to the famous Portland sign.

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And a memorial to the Americans of Japanese descent who were interred during World War II.

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Until next time.

About Linda Andrews

Linda Andrews lives with her husband and three children in Phoenix, Arizona. When she announced to her family that her paranormal romance was to be published, her sister pronounce: "What else would she write? She’s never been normal." All kidding aside, writing has become a surprising passion. So just how did a scientist start to write paranormal romances? What other option is there when you’re married to romantic man and live in a haunted house? If you’ve enjoyed her stories or want to share your own paranormal experience feel free to email the author at www.lindaandrews.net She’d love to hear from you.
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1 Response to Our Week in Portland, Part II

  1. Alien Resort says:

    Crimp is a new word for me.

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