Somehow it is possible in Las Vegas to miss both Oregon and Texas simultaneously. This is because San Antonio and Portland are two of the greenest cities I have lived in– and I literally mean the color green. As in trees. And things growing out of the ground. Things not anchored by macadam. Although San Antonio has its share of suburban pavement– my little section of it is known for its crumbling side walks made hazardous by the wrangling roots of old pecan trees, invasive flowering vines, old cedars towering over the tiny but lush river that flows out of downtown. And Oregon, well, they can grow anything in Oregon. I mean, it’s ridiculous. So here I am trying to get by in this…