I spent last weekend in Seattle, alone, in a downtown hotel, going where I wanted, dawdling where I pleased. I was struck by two things:
1) Downtown Seattle sure has changed in 40 years. Much of it's for the better, and without losing the early morning habitues seeking a wake-up coffee. I even found some good breakfast greasyspoons. One doesn't have to drink Starbucks in Seattle.
2) The gentrification of Lake Union sucks. Condo-mimimums ashore and tupperware afloat. It hasn't all been converted yet, but the momentum is there.
Before leaving, I found a pawnshop that called me in to take home a wonderful little English concertina, and a dim bookstore where I found a really truly like new copy of Culler's BOATS, OARS, AND ROWING. Even the dustjacket was "fine." And for 30 bucks. Which is what I then sold my older copy for to a friend who wanted it. A bargain for both of us.
Some days are good. [img]smile.gif[/img]