On February 5^th, Rick Sanchez walked toward me with a beer in hand and a grin on his face. He didn’t notice my watching, though. To him, I was just another face in the crowd, another one of the dozens of smiling faces who moved from station to station at KingPins in Portland, Oregon. I can’t help it, though: the way the colorful lights of the bowling alley illuminated his blue hair entranced me.