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…
Note: While some things about this post are as true today as when I wrote it, close to exactly one year after I published it, I was eating dinner at the night market in Saigon.
I was in the airport last week and after I dropped off the husband, I walked past the Hawaiian Air counter. There was no line. “What if…” I thought, feeling in my jacket for my wallet. It happens in the movies all the time.… continued…
