So one of those days. Talking with Elisa Silva when the room hums and the light dims and Portland gets hit by a blizzard in July. Only, it's not a blizzard - its a bajillion bees bouncing off the windows, scooting up over the roof and coming to rest on the roof deck. In the recently placed potted shrubs.
They calmed down into a mind-boggling, solid ball of bee-ness.
Had to call a beekeeper off the swarm list (you know, the hot list of available folks willing to duck out of their day job, don a reentry suit, and come pack off your Portland metro errant swarms. No - seriously.)
On top of that, John Jay's coffee cup got lifted. John Jay's coffee mugs are works of art, each far cooler than any of us will ever be. This the latest to be pilfered:
Yes, my wife would have prefered this to the dime store ring she actually got for marrying me.