HEADING HOME: Back to Portland this afternoon. Hit the World War I museum this morning, then raced out to the airport. I caught a flight at 2:30 and Leigh is still sitting on her rump, sucking down exotic airport bar drinks.

Thank you to Chris Lewman, Butch Rigby, Screenland movie theatres, Amanda Reiners and all involved in the Screenland Hackathon. Good, solid work, people! Bravo.

This missive comes to you from 30,000 feet above Kansas, or maybe Colorado, on my way to Salt Lick.

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SO MANY POSSIBILITIES: I reckon I have a knack for coining new slogans for cities. One of my skillz. For Kansas City, we have drafted a couple up:

01. “The City Where People Just Kinda Walk Out In The Street”
02. “The Nothing Is Open on Monday City”
03. “Our Meat Tastes Like It Was Burnt To Shit, Then Rubbed In Sweet Sauce, Then Burnt Again”
04. “The Too Many Sports Channels To Wade Through City”
05. “The Don’t Forget You Are Actually In Missouri City”

Live next to a city commissioner? Maybe you could pass these along? Thanks.