The first time I drove by the 60′s rock poster-inspired sign on North Interstate Avenue, I flashed back to June 12, 1980. That was the night the Grateful Dead played “Fire on the Mountain” as Mt. St. Helens presented Portland with an ash shower shepherded by an odd windshift. This was just a month after the big blow. It was a powerful and eerie experience. Heading home post-concert, it was as if a powdery gray snow was falling on a balmy pre-summer night. I do not remember much about the show beyond this striking cosmic coincidence. Other elements of the evening were powerful, too–if you know what I mean–and many other Dead shows would follow over the years. Portland Food and drink – Read More>
