The Duwamish Slough is a big messy place with a lot of interesting industrial activity. I go to work in a completely character free office park on the edge of the water – to get there I have to go over a drawbridge, across a lot of train tracks, between a crowd of semitrucks in various states of loading and unloading.

And in the water, there’s all kinds of things happening too. I watched a 60ish gent pull up in a battered blue van, the kind your drug dealer might drive if you were buying drugs in 1978, not that I would know anything about that.… continued…