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What makes the Pee-Chee fascinating for us in the Pacific Northwest, is that the pictures drawn on the Pee-Che have a direct link to Mt. Hood and Oregon.

Mothers In Action’s highly anticipated 23rd Annual Back to School Health Fair & Supply Giveaway efforts did not disappoint. 

Patrick Martinez: Artist Guest Lecture Courtesy of the artist. Cost: Free Patrick Martinez maintains a diverse practice that includes mixed media landscape paintings, neon sign pieces, cake paintings, and his Pee Chee series of appropriative works. The landscape paintings are abstractions composed of Los Angeles surface content; e.g. distressed stucco, spray paint, window security bars, vinyl signage, ceramic tile, neon sign elements, and other recognizable materials.  

is a column that revisits once-popular companies and brands that have seemingly disappeared. Before the bullet journal, the pricey Japanese planner Hobonichi Techo, and the pocket-sized, collector-friendly Field Notes, many of today’s self-defined superorganizers had a Trapper Keeper. You might remember the three-ring, color-coded, Velcroed school binder, whose ubiquity in the 1980s and ’90s makes it a byword for nostalgia. For a whole generation, it was our first information organiz...

Frank Dunnigan, WNP member and columnist. - A few months ago, we looked at some long-gone neighborhood businesses whose owners lived among us. Today we look at even more favorite places, including some owned by people or corporations from beyond "the Avenues." Adeline Bake Shop—A West Portal fixture (plus downtown locations) for fifty years. Owned by the Lembo family, living nearby on Wawona Street, Adeline had the best Danish pastry in the neighborhood, but their last shop closed in the l...

PETERSEN Hunting and Woody Woodpecker pecking were the order of the day at Elmer Fudd High School as 30 students, mostly girls, tapped away at manual Underwood typewriters. It was second period. Rain drummed on a steel-gray December Forty words per minute was a distant dream for my typing class. Our teacher, Mr. Butts, interrupted my reverie. He was scratching away on a ukulele, ordering us to keep the beat as he played “Splish Splash” and “Yakety Yak.” I had just come from ...