It rained steadily this morning, but cleared up enough later so that I could make my way down to the Capitol Hill public library. At the corner of Broadway and Thomas, I spotted this guy: big 3-0 balloons in one hand, and a cake box in the other. He was surely on his way to the party for the birthday boy or gal that was turning 30. I remember how I had thought my life was over, when I turned 30. Well, live and learn. I now say: it’s not over until it is over.