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A number of you made a donations to support my ride.  Thank you so much.  Your good eggs.

A few of you might have already received an email from me, via the American Lung Association, asking for you support, but I just realized I have a blog, duh, so why not post something. Here’s the deal, in a couple weekends I’m participating in a 60 mile bike ride to reach the beach, in large part to honor a colleague who died this year of lung cancer and who completed a number of these rides (with one lung). I’d love your support; $5 or $10 would rock!

I love riding into work in the dawn when it’s not raining.  The sky is all hazy, mixed in purple, blue, grey and black, and everything in the distance is soft and dreamy. The office and street lights have not quite yielded to the morning, so in pedaling over the river, the Willamette shimmers and looks almost romantic.  This morning I heard birds reminding me that Portland’s spring, as understated as it is to me, is starting to show itself. By the time I arrive to the big building where I work on the edge of the  industrial section in the northwest, the blanket of daybreak is nearly lifted, and I slip upstairs in relative quiet and sometimes watch sun-up’s ending.

I really love where I work, in large part because I get to do the work I love and my work is valued. But also because I have a voice here and because I can be sincere and ambitious about getting things done. Also, it feels good to work some where that has good politics.

A few friends I want to express special gratitude to right now: Amy, Ned, Martha and Faith.