(Bear with me — I have a few that I am restoring manually from the Google cache. This is one of them.) We made our way by foot into Eugene tonight, to go get some dinner at the Bierstein (map). As best I can recall, when we last were making plans to come to Eugene a couple of years ago, my sister told me about the Bierstein and said it was worth the visit. We didn’t make it there that year, but we made the time for it tonight. Oooooooh, doggie – it was worth it, too. We called

PTSD / Running

20 in Eugene

All is right in the world. Friday night, we packed out, headed to the airport, and flew overnight to Seattle and on to Eugene. We’re here in OR for 10 days to see the Grandma Sherr and Grandpa Doug for 10 days, with little planned other than a side trip one day to Beaverton for the IBOL World Tour, and a craft day for the wife on another day. I, though, needed needed to get in some miles. 20, to be exact. So, this morning, we all got up and had some amazing waffles at a local place (mine