As any number of inspirational quotes reminds us, you must dream big in order to achieve great things. Or, as author Israelmore Ayivor puts it, “Never leave the egg in you not laid,” which probably lands somewhere between inspirational and bizarre.
For a brief, short-lived, never-duplicated time some 50 years ago, Portland dreamed big. This might seem odd for a city that now lives by the mantra of “Keep Portland Weird”; for a city that acts as though food carts represent sophisticated dining; for a city that thought turning the east bank of the Willamette River into a freeway was a good idea. This might seem odd for a city that takes pride in its rejection of the most grandiose of ideas, but in the early 1960s, Portland made a sincere bid to host the Summer Olympics.
In 1962, guided by Mayor Terry Schrunk and local corporate leaders, Portland made a pitch to be the U.S. entry in the race for the 1968 Summer Games. The American bid was won by Detroit, and the Games eventually went to Mexico City. (As an aside, it’s probably a good thing the Olympics didn’t wind up in Detroit, which spent the summers of 1967 and 1968 embroiled in urban riots.)
Anyway, I have been reminded of Portland’s once and former dreams the past two weeks as the Winter Olympics have been taking place in Sochi, Russia. And I have found myself pondering how those dreams could have transformed Vancouver, as well.