* I dropped off the papers and rummaged through the magazine recycling bin. You never know what you're going to find there. I found a stash of Rolling Stones, some from the Eighties. I read one with a cover article on George Harrison's Cloud Nine, an album I like. Mom bought it at my urging back in the day, and I listened to it maybe once that decade, but finally got into it and liked it a lot come this decade. As if Mom bought it for Future Chris!
The issue also had a profile of the (then) new band Jane's Addiction. Dave Navarro looked like a baby. Perry Farrell already looked a little like an alien. An amused alien.
The most surprising find in that bin: a Washington Flyer, also from 1987. That was (still is?) the free little magazine published by the authority that runs Washington D.C.'s airports, Washington National and Dulles International, each of them about 3,000 miles from here so who knows how it arrived in a Portland recycling bin.
I was a budding airplane enthusiast back in 1987; I may have read that issue 22 years ago. Past Chris may know for sure, but he's not telling me. ;-)
* Oh, it's a good morning for walking. Cool and with a light overcast so the sun ducks in and out, thanks to the slight breeze making those clouds move a bit. We aren't stagnant.
* One way to make me feel better: friends having a kick-ass time at Pi-Con. I've seen one photo from it so far. I'm looking forward to more.
* Another way to make me feel better: Warm Michael Kamen music. Like much of the score to Band of Brothers.
* Oh, and the windows open? Yet another thing that makes me feel better.