Drive south from downtown Portland along the Willamette’s east bank, past the tidy bungalows of Sellwood and the quiet academic hush of Eastmoreland, and the streets start to loosen up. Storefronts appear in clusters instead of strip malls. People walk dogs without earbuds in. This is Woodstock, a neighborhood that has spent more than a century quietly resisting the idea that a city has to feel like one everywhere at once. Woodstock does not ann…
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