The first part of my journey to San Diego involved a train trip from Portland to Seattle to catch the plane the next day. "Hotel for Dogs," was playing on the train and a "super stoked" teenager was sitting across the aisle from us frantically air drumming and air soloing to death metal on his laptop. We tried to ignore both of them and failed on both accounts. Here's a sketch of Too Cool Swoops on the train. Hope everyone's Memorial Day was BBQ-rific!