Chapter the Third: In Which I Enjoy Some Instant Karma, Resign Myself to Walking Up A Hill, And Rely On My Intimate Knowledge of the Mid-Willamette Valley So As to Go Off Course Only Once. BLAAATTTT. BBBLLLAAAAAAATTTTTT. BBBBBBBBBLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAATTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!! 5:00 A.M. Sunday morning came down on me like a 16-ton weight on a man armed with a banana. It seemed as though I had barely closed my eyes when the alarm went off. The temptation to hit the snooze button was strong, but I had