Only because she doesn't read this blog can I say, here, "duh".

My beloved, big-hearted, Portland, Oregon daughter Kate reports that her current love-interest’s office was severely damaged today when the bums camped out across the street let their meth-cooker blow up.

He’s fine, fortunately, and if I know Portland, this incident, like all the rest, will do nothing to change public opinion there about the value of turning over their parks and streets to the distressed.

Hey, their city, their decision; I’m just glad I’m not trying to reside or make a living out there.