The Port

The fire went out in the night, sometime before the earthquake. Jarrod felt it here, and Teresa felt out at North Beach. I was dreaming about a bike wreck. Two bicycles collided on the fountain stairs and both riders went tumbling down. Related?

Come on spring. The robins in the yard say, "Yes!."

Baja is just sitting there. Check your bank account. No bueno.

We are all getting by. Emily and I went downtown last night to check out Steve's Thursday night DJ gig. He plays hip-hop, new school R&B, remixes of dance hits, etc. It is has an urban feel, that wipes a little of the seagull poop off of old Port Townsend. They have a pretty good sound system at Water Street too. I like to sit back and bask in sound. ahhh. The best cut of the night was a Flaming Lips track from the 'Clouds Taste Metallic' LP. Kickin' drums. yeah!
Also: Rosie is getting a Cougar (similar to student of the month) award at the school assembly today. I think she deserves it. What an organized kid.

-rf