My mother and I braved the "Storm of the Century/Arctic Blast/Winter That Will Forever Destroy Portland as We Once Knew It" to get over to Peacock Lane on Sunday for its first car-free night. We met up with a family friend and took her dog Jack along. This wasn't the best of ideas. Jack, a sheltie, was wearing a doggy jacket so he was prepared for the wind chill factor. What he wasn't prepared for were all of the sledders that were taking advantage of the ice-covered street.

You see, Jack has a problem with skaters. Maybe Tony Hawk owes him money or something. The sound of plastic wheels or anything else scrapping across pavement sends him into an uncontrolled frenzy. Every time a sled passed us, he ran around in circles in full "YIPE! YIPE! YIPE!" mode.

Fortunately, things were dying down as we made our way back up the lane. I didn't manage to get a shot of Jack flipping out but here instead is a photo of one house's Peanuts yard display. It serves as a good example of what walking around over there on Sunday was like.

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