Thanksgiving

 Heavy meal. Tonight one of our family told us the tale of why he slept on our floor the other night. He lives right next to an apartment where a tragic homicidal hostage situation occured. The bad guy was shooting bullets thru the door at the cops. Police shot back from our guy's apartment. He found out stuff was kicking off the hard way ending up hiding in his bathroom as the battle raged. Eventually SWAT personel pulled him out his window. He said he had to walk a long way to get out of the tear gas. A canister dented his car and he was very worried about his cat. He crashed at our house. The next day he went home and was super stoked when his cat came up to him like nothing happened "My boy knows how to hide hahaha!".

I just saw one of those delightful Portland tribes form.

Pouring rain, rush hour, a little blue being walked thru this intersection diagnally. I laughed "ha that dude is Jwalking." Then I realized it was a little dog.

One of those tailess blue and white dogs was loose. Cars and people on foot dropped what they were doing and quickly co-ordinated to try and corner the dog.

I was so proud of those Ptown denizens working together to never catch the dog. The dog wasn't having it...haha! But I still credit folks for trying(especially the lady who left her car door open and the engine running to try and catch that dog. Sometimes folks with nothing in common but proximity band together to vanquish percieved threats.

My daughter and son are both deep into some chemistry tests for school.

  One is 8th grade and the other Pre-med. Last night my son got help over the phone from his sister and it was sooooo cute. To me it looked like a small aircraft teaching a hanglider how to fly (as seen from me (Daddy Icarus) on the ground.) My daughter's name during the Clown House Daze was The Kid. She was easily the most well known little kid in Portland during those early Zerozees. Now she is in Montana working on being a doc. Makes sense, she saw lots of people injured at the CH (Looking at you Vaden).

The Kid mentioned last night that when she was our son's age in Portland she was not flashy and considered a bit of a wallflower but in Montana she is the flamer because she owns a pair of purple pants. "They like tones of grey and white around here. I stick out like a soar thumb." Our son had a bit of culture shock last weekend when his buds from Eastern OR visited. He thought they were funny for not knowing city stuff and they laughed at him for never being in Walmart or McDonalds before. Last day they were here they took him to Micky Ds and we took them to Rocky Horror.

badass baby

 Walking down the sidewalk i got to witness a nature documentary. The subject was about how a human parent will defend the kids from anything from a bear to a truck as well as any human threat but when Mom sees a spider while bringing in the groceries, her first line of defense is sacrificing her children.

"Get it Honey, it's right there!!!!"

Kid 1 had no desire for combat and darted inside,

kid 2 had even less fight and followed.

The only one with the fighting spirit was the baby who was in full aggro mode.

Good on ya baby, ya frikkin legend.