Today I had to go to Clackamas County Circuit Court in Oregon City, Oregon to pick up a certified copy of a judgment. It’s the former capital of the Oregon Territory, located at the confluence of the Clackamas and Willamette Rivers; the literal end of the Oregon Trail.
My first surprise was finding several open parking spaces right in front of the court and a parking meter with nearly an hour of remaining time on it. (Portland replaced all of its coin operated parking meters with solar powered, card-reading machines several years ago and free time on the meter is a thing of the past.)
The second surprise occurred when the file I needed was checked out of the records room. Instead of telling me I was out of luck and shouting “Next!” like the clerks in Portland would have done, the Oregon City clerk called three different places in the courthouse to find the file I needed and then sent someone to go get it.