{"version": "1.0", "type": "rich", "title": "Met a friend, checked out a botanical garden. Shoulda considered that it\u2019s winter but a lot of it was interesting trunk...", "author_name": "kontextmaschine", "author_url": "https://kontextmaschine.com", "provider_name": "kontextmaschine", "provider_url": "https://kontextmaschine.com", "url": "https://kontextmaschine.com/post/170520747773/", "html": "<p>Met a friend, checked out a botanical garden. Shoulda considered that it\u2019s winter but a lot of it was interesting trunk forms/ferns/ground cover with a winter-blooming section. Better than when I took someone to the rose garden off-season and they were just spiky bushes.</p><p>Then she used her card to take me to CostCo and man! At first I hoped to get away being whelmed but no, I was overwhelmed.</p><p>Even for Clackamas the patrons vibed red tribe as hell I noticed that right off. Next off though I was struck this was a *very* distinct vibe from Wal-Mart, which by comparison was closer towards the old Fred Meyer in Felony Flats on 82nd</p><p>Like, snapshots:</p><p>Dad with his 9th gradeish daughter in a tie-dye sweatshirt from the regional  Last Chance Cheerleading Tournament </p><p>3 Hispanic guys buying work pants and gloves in English</p><p>Old puffy guy in a Vietnam Veteran cap with his younger but not young asian wife</p><p>Mom in gingham dress pretending to spoon-feed her daughter inside the demo cedar wood playhouse</p><p>I mean I guess the membership structure favors the not-rich but with available property, long time horizons, an ability to live at least one payday out</p><p>I guess it read like a red utopia, a bunch of yeomen and skilled workers and laborers rewarded for their earnest labor, like how red tribe idealizes itself without the underclass</p>"}