Back in Portland. Spent the week in Seattle, producing the Podcast Hotel ^[1]. Eating the logger breakfast at the Doug Fir ^[2], home of the original Podcast Hotel last September. Couldn’t sleep. Happens, I think, when you feel like you’re in a circus. :-).

I asked the cab driver who picked me up ar Union Station if he’s noticed more traffic on the Burnside Bridge. No, he said, but they have photo radar and one cabbie got nailed going 45 mph. A walloping $335 ticket. Ouch.

I told him I’ll have to watch my speed on my bike.

Funny note. He said he once organized an event where the food was so bad that the 18-year-olds did not go back for seconds. lol. He never thought you could really make grey stew. Yuck.