Last night was one of the scarier nights of my life. I agreed to canvass for the Oregon Democratic Party for $10 an hour. All well and good, right? WRONG. Now, I will preface this by saying that I am not a stranger to "bad neighborhoods" nor am I particularly wimpy or naive. But this scenario was not what I had expected. I showed up, got "trained," they handed me a map and a palm pilot, and then dropped me off in the hundred-blocks of SE Portland and said "GO! We'll meet at that dingy mini-mart on SE Stark Street at 9pm!"
Basically everything my parents ever told me not to do, I was doing last night. Walking around, alone, in complete darkness, in pretty steady rain, with no car/bike/wheels to speak of, holding this rather expensive electronic toy, in a neighborhood I was completely unfamiliar with, knocking on people's doors.
Needless to say, I was a little nervous. But my nervousness increased when I started getting answers like "No, he's not going to vote, he's in jail." and "My son is in Iraq, there's no way in hell I'm voting democrat [SLAM]" and "Be careful in this neighborhood. There are a lot of Meth-heads hanging around. There used to be a whole den of them next door, till I called the cops on them and got them out of here. This world is crazy. I just want Jesus to come and get us all out of here."
Probably not the worst that could have happened to me on a rainy Friday night, but it was a situation I was wholly unprepared for and not at all pleased to find myself in. I'm not going back to canvass again tomorrow. There's got to be another way to earn $10 an hour in this town.
On a happier note, here is a pic of my cat glasses from halloween:

And Dan's costume (a chicken-dressed-as-elvis-puppet/hat):

Even Claire wanted to get festive: