Letter from the editor

I run out of stuff to say sometimes. As soon as I quit, someone unrelated to me (at least, directly) says, chuckling, "Happy Birthday." I’m pulling an all-nighter at the Southeast Grind, a twenty-four hour coffee house in my roomy home, Portland, Oregon (Cascadia). In the past two days, I’ve heard songs playing in public places that show us a vision, that reinforce our prayer, our knowledge that we are the 99: “Babylon is falling,” at the Kennedy School in Northeast Portland and “All we are saying is give peace a chance,” at Powell’s Books downtown.

Thanks, everyone!

Love,
Capi