Art museum reaches out to the inked community with 'Marking Portland: The Art of Tattoo'
A woman walks into a shop. Thinks maybe it's a head shop because of all the whacked-out art in the window. But then she spies the sign: TATTOO.
It's 1977. She's on her lunch hour, passing through Old Town. Paralegal. Pantyhose and heels. Dress-for-Success suit.
On the other side of the door, she finds a little old man and a little old lady sitting at a table eating sandwiches, drinking tumblers full of what looks like iced tea, but which turns out to be whiskey. A toothless poodle with a stained, ancient face eats with them.