Yesterday afternoon I was a weird combination of restless and lethargic. Earlier that day I’d handed in my corporate laptop — the nine month contract that saved me from a very bad work market was over, I’d been replaced by a full time on-site “resource”, one more willing than I am to sit in a …
If there was a better place to be on Monday than West Seattle, I don’t want to know about it. In the morning, I met a new friend at Alki and in the afternoon, J and I walked the beach at Lincoln Park. It was perfect.
Loads of kitsch, tough looking waitresses who are sweet as pie, and first rate diner grub. Go hungry. And don’t be fooled by the empty tables in this shot, it was 830. By the time we finished, stuffed with French toast, coffee, and a SOB hobo breakfast, there were easily a dozen people waiting for …
Camp Long is an uncrowded park off 35th in West Seattle. It’s got trails that wind through tall trees, some attractive ponds, a handful of cabins, a climbing wall, a very cool WPA era visitor’s center, and a big meadow for events. I was in an imaginative state of mind while walking through there with …