Speaking of the Olympics, few people seem to know that Portland once made a serious bid for the 1964 Olympics (check out Dan's excellent write-up over at Cafe Unknown). Given the spirit of demolition prevalent in those days, we are probably lucky that we didn't even come close to winning the bid.
If I ever get serious about doing photo books, I think I may start with a book of photos of nothing but the streets, sidewalks, grates, and other ground-level attractions around Portland. Yes, even before I do my Portland graffiti book dedicated to Commissioner Leonard. I often think of Matt McCormick's film The Subconscious Art Of Graffiti Removal (different theme, similar results) when I am strolling around with my camera aimed at the ground. I could probably spend days making photographic interpretations of nothing but cracks in the pavement.