One wailed on a plaintive harmonica and sang about his woes. The other fella kept his head down, playing guitar with his hands and a percussion rig with his feet.
John Alfred Poor got frostbite and pneumonia on his grueling trek to bring trains from Canada to Portland.
He can turn a steaming, red-shelled carcass into a mound of mouthwatering meat in just a few seconds.
The sailors came back one night, three weeks later, with a 6-pound cannon. They fired it into King’s house.
Before she was 20, at a time when women weren’t trusted to vote, she rode a motorcycle to stardom on the wall of death.
There’s still two remnants of Union Station you can see in Portland today. Part of the train shed made its was to Thompson’s Point. What’s left of the old clock sits in a glass case in Congress Square.
“What happens to all the good stuff if it doesn’t get remembered? What happens to all the good square dances, what happens to the pot lucks?”
He used the three cents in his pocket to buy three newspapers, which he sold on the corner at a profit. By the end of the day, he had nine cents. When he died, 71 years later he was worth $174 million, which is $43.2 billion in todays cash.
Most of the singers attend Portland Public Schools, where students speak as many as 60 different languages.
“We wanted to show our appreciation for these outstanding community advocates and offer our support to the causes that are so near and dear to their hearts.”