Tattoos are commonplace in Portland. When the warm temperatures of summer reign and skin is revealed in abundance, you see them everywhere. Full sleeves of intricate imagery creep from shoulders to elbows. Skirts hover above decorated legs and sweetheart’s names blaze across many a sternum for the world to see.
But one tattoo stood out to me, a couple of weeks back, as I made my way down Congress Street. I did a double take. Then I spun around and walked backwards a few paces before changing directions and saying hello to Mariah Pisha Duffly.
It was clearly a New England red hotdog on a two-pronged stick. I knew there must be a story behind such a singular tattoo. There was, and she agreed to tell me about it.