It happened.  Portland bribed the sun.  Every year about this time, the mayor sends an email out begging for contributions. We all chip in and send a pillowcase full of dollar bills to the sun and the clouds.  They split it 60/40 (no one is sure who gets the larger share) and give us something we've all needed for months.  Warmth: sweet, sunny, warmth. ***Song of the Moment: Pretty Bird, by Jenny Lewis***