11 a.m.
Good morning, Johannes! Did you sleep good!?
- Big sleepy smile. "Yeahhh..."
What did you dream about?
- Smile expands. "Princess Leia."
Well...there are worse things to dream about.
- Yeah. A warthog came and ate Princess Leia.
Oh. You are turning into a fascinating storyteller.
- Yeah.
11 p.m.
Jangling to the Raveonettes across Highway 26 late on a Saturday night a short while ago and I see the red and blues flashing alongside the road.
Human nature's first thought, closely chased by a second: a) poor sucker, b) glad it's not me.
Slow down and look over. It's a highway cop, full uniform, splayed out on the ground, cranking a tire iron and helping two teenagers change a flat.
Score one for Oregon highway patrol. THAT is community relations.
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