I'm still processing my whiplash 4 days in Portland Thursday through Sunday. I saw everything from a skeleton standing on a stepladder above an old-fashioned Rexall drug store. To a man about my age in a black mini-skirt and nylons with dangling silver earrings. To a bumpersnicker on a lime-green Subaru that announced: "I got VD in Portland." A closer look revealed the fact that the "VD" was referring to Voodoo Doughnuts. Which. Are. To. Die. For. Gotta admit that I enjoy the weird Portland vibe. But I wouldn't want to live there. Now for today's Wild Card ...

Also: Another Hat Tip to Cindy for another super job of blog sitting ...