During my Portland whirlwind, I made a passing reference to Erebus to someone, and the result was a blank stare. Anyone else remember Portland’s original hippie-dippie head shop, source of patchouli oil, incense sticks, candles, those groovy and gauzy India bedspreads, beaded curtains, and, of course, pipes, clips and bongs? Whenever I walk by that building, I shake my head and grin. It’s so proper looking, so restored, refined, upscale. Hah.