Documented Life     An Autodocumentary    

Above: Second Driver License, 1978, August 1.This picture was taken at the Hollywood Department of Motor Vehicles office during the summer after my freshman year at college. See also 1976, 1990 and 1998 driver licences.


Above: Carol Larson sews on the porch of the Taggart St. house, 1978-1979 year.

Above: Image from what appears to be a dorm room, suggesting this is the first half of 1978, second half of my freshman year at Reed. Probably taken by Linda.


Below: People's Food Store, Portland, Oregon, circa 1978, a food co-op where I and others volunteered in exchange for membership and reduced prices. How cool that seemed. It still exists at the same location, and the old bulding was remodelled in 2002.

Above and below: Miles and Carol Larsen in our Taggart St. house, which we shared with Liz and Jon during the 1978-1979 academic year.


Below: Taggart and 23rd, Portland Oregon, 1978-1979 year.


Below: Our Taggart St. housemate Liz.

Below: I sketched this portrait of myself while looking at my reflection in the bottom of an iron. It was probably done in the latter half of the 1978-1979 academic year.

Below: At my second cousin Sari Schnipper's bat mitzvah in New Jersey, in 1978

Miles Hochstein 1978

 

New friendships were forged at Reed College. Jon, Miles, Liz and Carol all moved into a tiny house on Tagart Street in SE Portland. I lived in the cold and dank basement. I paid only 56 dollars per month, less than the others paid, but it would have been horrible at half that price too.

I would bike to Reed, or take the bus. No one had a car. I learned to bake bread from my roommates. We were a little community. Then Jon met Ann, and suddenly he was never around. And I met Linda, and my head spun around in giddy young love. Reed College was still an adventure.

On Sundays there were potluck brunches. We all lived "poor" even though some of us had parents who paid most or all of our tuition. But my student poverty wasn't entirely an affectation - money was tight. I was busy finding out how it felt to live on my own.



Above: My friend Jon Waldron, in our Taggart St. kitchen, 1978-1979 academic year.

Below: The beautiful young woman Jon met that year, Ann Dorfman.


Above: Linda in 1978 - Everything sparkled and the world was new. How could a man not fall for a beautiful woman with round glasses?

Below: Documented love. Her hand, my shoe.


Below: My hand gestures to the sole window in my nightmare basement room at Taggart Street. My share of the rent was $56/month, and spiders, bugs and the feeling that you live in a miserable hole in the ground were included in the price.



Above: Miles Hochstein, 1978-1979 academic year at the Taggart St. house.

 

 

 

Life in Oregon far from home

revised October 2004