Game Master

Dear Game Master,
Thank you for the ping-pong table. We love it. Now we have a new reason (aside from totally serious discussions, and practicing hand-to-hand combat) to hang out in the Demon Lounge.
Sincerely,
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Eugene International Airport

Eugene: their airport is as unique as their people.

Driveway Coffee: Junction City, Ore.

Before catching a 530am flight out of Eugene my sister drove me to Junction City to photo some last drive-up coffee huts before heading back to the East Coast. Only one was opened. Up before the coffee.

Next Generation Piano Lessons

My sister used to pay for my piano lessons when I was very young. I didn't like practising and eventually quit. My nephew plays a lot better than I can, or have.

Driveway Coffee: Eugene, Ore. II

More coffee huts of Eugene. A woman at the one attached to Home Depot told me they call them "drive-ups." Coffee "hut" is a slanderous term here. Her establishment actually doesn't fit the classification of "drive-up" because it lacks the drive-up window. But she does have seating, and serves breakfast too.

Pickup Line?

My sister spotted this sign in the window of a pickup truck pulling into one of the many, many local Goodwill Stores in Eugene. Also, you can return items at the Goodwill stores here!

Driveway Coffee: Eugene, Ore.

I think I've found my calling, drive-thru coffee huts. They are all over the place in Eugene. The people don't even think of them as an oddity. I talked to the owner of the bright yellow Gorilla Coffee Club and he said the huts have been around Eugene for 20 years or more. Dutch Bros. has a hold on the francise here, with FastLane Coffee in a far second place. Most of the huts are independent. (Roomies, could you park out of the driveway when I get home?)

Shaving is Hard

I shaved my beard off today with a single-blade disposable razor. I nearly shaved my face off. Lots of blood.

Dinner, Jr.

Under the eye of my sister, my 10-year-old nephew cooked the craziest miso soup I've ever had, for dinner tonight. He treats cooking like a science project. He won an award for "Best Junior Dish" in a local contest. And he won the Geography Bee too. And he plays on 2 baseball teams. I guess all I'm saying is, my nephew is better than yours.

Chance Memorial

As a memorial to my mom, my sister made us all play the lottery after dinner. I remember my mom playing the California Lotto all the time when I was a kid. And more recently (and not as often), her making me check numbers for the Florida Lottery on the internet.

School Day

Went to pick my nephew up from school. And helped him make a half-walrus, half-ostrich creature for a class.