(A follow up to http://www.portlandmercury.com/IAnonymousBlog/archives/2014/06/24/too-weird-tuesday-morning-in-hollywood)
We were in need a coffee grinder—on the cheap, of course. This was three months ago and a good excuse to go back to Tuesday Morning. Gone. Signage removed and doors locked. I was saddened, how could I not be? It was a space that mocked reason; Wrong existing as Right. And in this topsy-turvy world its mere existence served as sort of a perverse reassurance that Hope lives, but I'd tested Fate with my wish for a fun center, and even a bottom feeder has a bottom line.
So so long Hollywood Tuesday Morning.
Thanks to my receiving PoMo marketing emails, I've learned your former body has been revived as a contemporary art gallery, performance venue, and studio space (www.s1portland.com)—maybe a meta-minded creative can craft a performance art installation paying homage to the discount retailer cum wormhole that history has already forgotten.