"I'm high as a kite, mate. I'm flat out like a lizard drinking, all the time. You know I have trouble just sitting here. You know, I'm just like, got to get up."

-Steve Irwin.

I got back into PDX around 11 last night. A couple sitting next to me were flying in from Houston to visit their in-laws. When the husband called his father to arrange a meet up by baggage claims, he heard the news and solemnly closed his cell phone. "The crocodile hunter is dead," he announced to everyone sitting in coach.

Someone asked the cause of death and we all quietly headed off the plane. We would have probably done the same, regardless of the sad news, but I'd like to think it was in tribute to the fellow that made a living poking dangerous animals with sticks.

Goodnight, sweet prince.