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I suppose there are better places to live—maybe a $98 million dollar penthouse condominium in Manhattan, perhaps on 278,000 of your own ranch’s acres in Montana, arguably a private island in the Hawaiian archipelago—but it’s hard to beat a spot where you can ride your bike to city park at which a ruined foundation provides hearth and chimney for outdoor merriment, and all for just the price of beer and matches.

You know how it goes: the original plan is to simply show up at the start of things to solicit attendance at the annual disaster, but the arrival of far-flung visitors and the promise of backyard destinations compels you to have one more for the road and more road for the one all the way until midnight and why not?  

It’s spring break, winter version, after all.

If you’re half the world apart from your loved ones, you can look at the moon and know that they’re seeing the same satellite you are; when it’s full, your rise is their set and vice-versa, but if you could plant a sign with the words “I love you” in a crater, they’d be able to focus their high-powered telescope and read it (assuming conditions were right) and although they probably wouldn’t enjoy a 360-degree moonbow like those in Seattle’s out-of-doors did last night, the knowledge that we’re all in phase, so to speak, means you’re never alone, no matter how far away.

The holiday season seems to have people budgeting their revelries, which makes sense, I guess; a person can only take so much amusement (although ongoing investigations into the matter on this end will continue unabated), and so the evening’s slim turnout was not a surprise.

As dry as it’s been, though, it hardly feels like December in the Pacific Northwest, but nothing says holiday like riding past homes emblazoned in seasonal lights, except, of course, the main event, coming up Saturday, don’t miss it!