And finally, without intending that I would devote my day to Jeff’s blog topics, I ventured to the University District where I attended a press screening of the forthcoming Jonathan Demme documentary The Agronomist, about slain Haitian journalist and activist Jean Dominique.

As I walked north from the Route 43 terminus, one block west of Trader Joe’s, I spied a weathered sticker.

After the film, I had a pleasant lunch at the storied Sushi Express in the company of one Danelope, after which I enjoyed the happy sense of public morality that comes from riding the bus. Again.

As I walked toward my house from Broadway, what did I spy, high in his natural habitat of parking regulatory and instructional signage?

Sars the Chicken. You just can’t help but root for such a plucky beak. Despite this, one presumes that Mr. Chicken will be avoiding our good friends north of the border for the foreseeable future.