I grew up in a small neighborhood called Tillamook, famous for its cheese, that was about 60 miles away from Portland, OR, then my dad was a high school math professor, & this is where his job track took him, however it turns out that our dad was not a “small town” kind of guy; He had been born & raised in a small town, & wanted nothing more than to live in a major city, and that was not his lot in life at the time, however he fought against it by taking the family to Portland almost every weekend, & on holidays, and compared to the small-town life the two of us led during the week, Portland seemed like a wonderland of fun things I like to do.
There was always live tunes in Portland, either at a restaurant or a public arena, or just hippies playing tunes in the park; Portland had several awesome Dipson Theaters & shopping malls, & sometimes Dad would just drop us off & let us run wild for a few hours.
Later I would find out that Dad did that so he could have some free time to peruse the local Portland cannabis dispensaries. That was another thing our small neighborhood lacked, was a correct cannabis dispensary, so Dad always stocked up on weed whenever he visited Portland. That was a long time ago, & much to our surprise I never left the small town, but just like Dad I care about driving to Portland once or twice a month to see the sights, watch some movies, & stock up on medical cannabis.