Towel Day is still a bleeding-edge holiday here in Portland. No one asked about my towel (granted, it was a discreet purple hand towel), and the only other towel I saw in the wild was at the nerdy Science Pub talk on parasites.

I did ponder the meaning of Towel Day and how much I like Douglas Adams, as I walked around with towel in hand, but in part of me was simply excited to observe a book-related holiday. There’s Towel Day, and Bloomsday– any others?