I'm in Portland writing this as a draft while I'm in line to get a number to get in line for the game. That wasn't a typo, the Timbers have taken the queue to a higher level.
We general admission types (the Timbers Army) get our seats on a first come first served basis. We get in line early on game day for a numbered wristband, then we can resume our lives (go to a neighboring bar) until time to line up by our numbers. Our gate opens 30 min before the other gates so the Army can get settled in before the normal folk arrive.
They do what they can to keep it organized and protect the normal people.
Meanwhile,
The grand kids and their support systems have all gone home and I left Teri at ground zero to decompress while I go to the game and the VA. The game makes up for the VA.
By the way the news is fairly accurate (for the media), we knew about the VA's secret lists. They were used to insure that managers made performance goals and received their bonuses. One such manager has already received her first quarter bonus ($8000 +). That information is of course unverified, but if so, sounds like prosecutable fraud to me.
So my draft turns into a rant; what a surprise. I'll attach what photos I have and post now; with a promise of good photos later.
Unhappy Molly as mom tries to extricate the truck that drove into her hair.
Took Amy to my personal Juniper dealer. We selected a future coffee table and end table. This is how they look with a chain saw cut. I'll update as they transform into funiture.
Stay safe.