There are all sorts of great restaurants around Portland, enough to enjoy a new place every week for the rest of your life (because, let's face it, by the time you get to all of them, hundreds more will show up). The New Deal, though, is my fallback for when I just want to write on my computer and have a bite to eat. There's tons of space—not something you'll find anywhere in Southeast—and they serve decent, cheap food.
But it's the little things that count. Things like every table having its own condiment bottle full of jam, for us shameless slatherers of the world. I also take my laptop with me wherever I go, and most cafes of the wooden plank and blackboard menu variety are painfully lacking in power outlets. New Deal had the forethought to put outlets in the benches themselves, and when I couldn't find an outlet where I wanted to sit, one of the staff just said "oh, here" and pulled one of the booths from the wall to reveal a hidden outlet. Places with little things like that make me... comfortable.
I would agree that novel writing is dormant, and whenever that happens, there are always those who declare its death. It's true for anything. But just like every other time an artistic or entertainment medium has lied dormant, it only takes one or two success stories before the whole industry rises again. When I was in high school and everyone had their nose in a good novel, they were decrying the death of historical nonfiction. And look where we are now.
Biconditional- the same argument could be made for any ordinance, but I'm willing to guess that you're not suggesting we remove all of them.
As Reymont said, the ordinance would be there to help solve problems. So if someone were bottlenecking pedestrian traffic, there would be an enforceable rule to solve the problem. We all jaywalk, usually without problems, but on occasions where people are stepping in front of cars and blocking traffic (happens often) it's nice to have the jaywalking laws in place.
WHO are you talking to who doesn't know Dance Hall Days!?
Typey typey typey. I miss typewriter carriage returns.