Yesterday I got to help again at the new site where the Belmont Goats will live. Because building a structure is sweaty work, the crew took a break at a nearby bar. (The Eagle Eye Tavern, if you know the area, and NOT the New Copper Penny; none of us want to go into that. My fellow Portlanders breathe relief at this.) A radio station was on, and sadly I broke my streak of not hearing Robin Thicke's "Blurred Lines" so I compensated by singing to myself Weird Al's "Word Crimes." Right before the team left to return to the site to do more work, the woman behind the bar changed the music from a radio station to some other music feed, and playing as I started to leave: Johnny Cash's version of "We'll Meet Again."