Nightmare on June Street
When the real estate property tax bills show up, you can feel our spirits droop.
By Charlotte Albright
Like a lot of longtime Portland residents, I've been thinking about moving to a place where property taxes are lower. Don't get me wrong. I love our little dead-end street, with its patch of woods at the back. I love the granite that juts out of our yard. I love watching the eighty-something neighbor sweep the pine needles off her driveway, pushing the broom with one hand and gripping her walker with the other. People in this part of town don't move easily or willingly. But when our real estate property tax bills show up, you can feel our spirits droop.
