My light posting around here stems from the fact I am on quasi-vacation this week in the San Juan Islands. We’re staying with family. Today we’re going on a trip to what my daughter has dubbed “Goldberg Island” a stretch of rock and bushes in the middle of a lake (reachable only because of her Dad’s expert rowing through calm waters) that she thinks remained pristine and untouched by man until we “discovered” it last year. The cigarette butts, bottle caps and the like found in its soil are just bizarre coincidences.