In case you weren’t paying attention…

Always enjoy responsibly. Don’t read and drive.

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“There’s only one way to rock!” yells Sammy Hagar from next door, and who am I to argue? The Red Rocker once wrote a protest song decrying the rate of speed at which motorists are allowed to travel the highways of this great land. The man has a conscience.

It’s 8 a.m. Tuesday and we’re out of clean clothes. The laundry room is next to the kitchen, which is next to the fake-scrambled-eggs-and-crank-your-own-raisin-bran buffet.

There’s only one way to rock.

Later we will head to Newport, on the coast, away from the sweltering heat of Eugene. But for now, Sammy, laundry, and last night’s Emeralds game rattle in my head like so many wild pitches. Read More…