Last week we were riding tallbikes with our 14 Y.O. son.

Last week we were riding tallbikes with our 14 Y.O. son. He got to see something unusual. He grew up on my tallbike but only recently started bike riding long distance with us on his own tallbike. For the most part he had to get used to folks cheering at us a lot. Well on this evening my bike light fell off the handlebars. 
I blame the butterfingers who installed it (myself). Our kid pulled over to pick it up for me but had to wait for a passing car. To his horror the car deliberately swerved a tire to the center of the road and atomized my light. 
Then it sped off leaving my light shattered into a million pieces . He was freaked out. "Dad that car went out of it's way to kill your light. What are you gonna do?"  
I was smiling the whole time. "I'm gonna do what I always do." and I pulled out an identical light with a sturdier strap, attached it without dismounting and clicked it on "Always plan for assholes son." 
He just rode for a while silently smiling.

Yeah it's still there. My favorite Portland landmark has survived to 2020.

I first noticed this ice cream sunday spill in 2017.

By then I had seen it several times. It's noticeable because this place doesn't sell Ice Cream of any kind.
This was a real deal, full blown, sprinkle clad, ice cream sunday all splayed out in an otherwise very clean restaurant. There it sat all of 2018.
I checked in frequently but didn't take pics because I didn't want to draw attention to it.
First it was a proud spill with lots of height but as entropy ensued it slowly spread itself and lost it's cup, sprinkles, fudge and spoon.
At one point I noticed an employee cleaning close to my favorite snowball in hell. Yes that is why I love it, it's a moving sculpture of maltodextrin, a rant on consumerism, a tribute to the idea of hiding in plain sight, It's powerful. fragile and out of place just like me. Being sold on something that isn't sold here is a triumph. I wasn't gonna let any clock puncher threaten my favorite landmark so I crowded over to it pumping $1s into the one armed bandit, pushing the button but only looking at the cleaner until the person moved on. "Whew, that was close Yo."
I was nervous. Would the spill make it to 2020? Yup.
Took this today. It's lost all vestiges of it's former glory but still has managed to stick around.
We should all be so lucky. :)
Rock on Sunday Spill!

The last of my 1990's era trenchfoot is gone.

My partner has been attacking it for the last 11 years. This is the first time she has looked at my feet and was pleased not to see anything icky #luckyguy