Usually when I see Nate something bad ends up happening to me. However, last weekend in Oregon all seemed well. I headed for the airport and left PDX thinking, “Whew, the curse is broken.” But on Sunday when I went to my car I found another shattered window. Seriously, this is getting ridiculous. I have nothing in my car but apparently the hidden contents of my glove box are just too enticing. The thieves made off with a few ancient burnt CDs – hope you like Kelly Clarkson douchebags.