The New Portlander

The Moorish-themed, 1920’s movie palace known as the Bagdad Theater has long been an anchor in my neighborhood. When I first moved to Portland, the Bagdad was the place to spend a rainy Saturday night. My friends and I would pay four dollars to sit through two awful, second-run movies, eat not too good pizza, and if someone had a little extra money, drink some beer. The camaraderie was great, it was often warmer inside the theater than at home, and the architecture of the building itself made you feel that you were someplace special.  Continue reading “The New Portlander”

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