The house stands foursquare on the corner of Thurman, a stolid, enduring presence of granite and slate. It has been there ‘forever’, the neighbours say, and the earliest photographs of the town back them up. Before that … the Atfalati and Wappato tribes scattered long ago, and I’ve never run across a member I could ask about it.
Tocsin and other stories
About the story: Are you living someone else’s life? Should you be?
A visit to NW Portland inspired by Jack Finney’s story “Of Missing Persons”