Generally I have to avoid stumbling over bums when I head under this less traveled portion of the viaduct. Today, however, I was greeted with these fine fellows. The goats were about as gruffy as some of the dudes I’ve seen slabbed out on cardboard, but these were earning their keep clearing out blackberry bushes. Nothing like a little northwest knowhow to feed the critters and manage the undergrowth. The Pemco stereotype holds water again. 50° shirt’s off guy just ran by me on the waterfront. Man it’s good to be home.