I guess I should probably mention the fact that I’ve moved. Or, rather, am in the process of moving. I left DC nine days ago with a heavy heavy carload of stuff (I also shipped about 20 boxes and filled a dumpster and a half or so on my own). From there, it was two nights in Chicago with Travers, dinner in Gridley, Illinois, with my old roommate Doug Brocco, two nights in St. Louis with Justin, a night stranded at a motel in Colby, Kansas, waiting out a freak Colorado snowstorm that blocked all roads to Denver, a couple nights in Ft. Collins with my brother Stephen, and now the third of my four nights in Idaho visiting various friends and relatives (Jon Jensen in Victor, Dave McDowell in Montpelier, and my grandma & other extended family in the Boise area). Tomorrow I drive back to Portland.

I’ve had a great time, but I’m ready to settle down again. And I don’t imagine I’ll ever move away from the Portland area on a long-term basis again . . .