<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8" standalone="yes"?><oembed><version><![CDATA[1.0]]></version><provider_name><![CDATA[Buttle&#039;s World]]></provider_name><provider_url><![CDATA[https://buttle.wordpress.com]]></provider_url><author_name><![CDATA[clgood]]></author_name><author_url><![CDATA[https://buttle.wordpress.com/author/buttle/]]></author_url><title><![CDATA[Portland Used to Be&nbsp;Literate]]></title><type><![CDATA[link]]></type><html><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://paleojudaica.blogspot.com/2008_06_08_archive.html#2378811228479463534" target="_blank">This</a> reminded me of a joke my dad used to tell. Back in the 50&#8217;s, long before it became Berkeley North, Portland, Oregon had quite the reputation for literacy. Dad was part of an active group of freelance writers. The story is of a man who arrived from Boston and hailed a cab at the airport. Feeling peckish he asked the cabbie, &#8220;Where can I get scrod?&#8221;</p>
<p>After a thoughtful pause, the driver replied, &#8220;I&#8217;ve had that request many times, but this is the first in the pluperfect subjunctive.&#8221;</p>
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