Great Skies

Bike tour through time, Portland's racist history is the only one I've heard--this time the teller was a professor named Reiko who moved here from New York.

The kids at Cibo Matto were young but getting older, not the youngest anymore. The 90s music mash up of techno pop, proto new Soul and rap was missing the country twang of today's scene, but there was a song called BBQ.

I'm trying not to let an ominous pall hang over the weekend. Thinking positively is important.