In a time as bleak as a moonscape in March, there is still Ruth Zagorodny.
As it's become inescapable that we've blown the last six years on bad decisions and worse behavior, that we're leaving the next generations a legacy of trillions in debt, a mountain of receipts for the party and vague advice to make something of themselves, Zagorodny sits in Willamette Park, her eyes full of a 15-year-old's intoxication with possibility.