Travelog

The Kennedy School just rocks. Perhaps I'm under the influence of the "9 Hour Road Trip" Delirium, but I love this place! The food and beer is good, as well. I'm staying in the Math Room. What a pity that this school closed down in 1975, but what a boon for us!

The trip was largely successful. At some of the higher elevations, the winds were rather daunting.

Oregon has a lot more yellow neon signs than California does. Or, it's just that Oregon has fewer signs, but what they do have is mostly yellow.

I'm bushed. And wired. Mostly bushed.

The world rages and swirls while I slumber

While my mother and I were in southeast Elk Grove at Palermo on Saturday night, a nutjob was off shooting strangers about a mile from where I live.

Aaron Dunn killed a man at Mandango's, which is about 60 feet from where I get my daily cup o' Peet's coffee. Fortunately, I do not get coffee on Saturday nights.

So, while I was enjoying a lovely crab ravioli, a few miles away, a woman watched a stranger shoot her husband dead.

This is the kind of fun I am happy to miss out on. If I were still in town, I would have shown up to Peet's this morning, likely seeing some remnants of a crime scene, and traumatized employees still stunned over the situation.