My friend Kate left today. I'm excited for her. On the open road, heading towards family in this crazy ass decade year. I think she made it to Richland. I've driven through there, and I think I can picture the hotel she stopped at. Might just be my imagination. Vaya con dios, Kate, Seattle will miss you, your art, and your literary events.

I went for a short wander after saying goodbye. Neumos has a sign up reminding us of what's at stake.

Neumos COVID Seattle 2020
Music in Washington is in Crisis...Neumos, Capitol Hill, Seattle, October 2020.

I'm not optimistic that they'll get assistance. I think our economic and political model runs on the idea that the market will eventually step in to fill demand. Someone will open a new venue if there's an underserved demand for live music. I can simultaneously be grateful for resilience and future risk-takers and also worry about the places and stories we risk losing.

Neumos Seattle 2020
Neumos, Capitol Hill, Seattle, 2020.

The sign grabbed people's attention. I saw a lot of people stop and read, stop and ponder. There were several photographers there, enough that it made me suspect that it might have been highlighted on social media.

Neumos Capitol Hill Seattle
Neumos, Capitol Hill, Seattle, 2020.

I took a few other shots. You guessed it...the Comet. And a shot of Cook Weaver from the other day.

Comet Tavern Seattle
Comet Tavern, Capitol Hill, Seattle, 2020.
Comet Tavern, Capitol Hill, Seattle, 2020.
Comet Tavern, Capitol Hill, Seattle, 2020.
Cook Weaver Seattle 2020.
Cook Weaver, Capitol Hill, Seattle, 2020.

Random segue. I'm generally skeptical of Business Insider and Yahoo, but I thought this article quasi-interview with an Oregon Amazon driver (and photographer) was interesting. Reading it made me even more aware of how out of shape I am.

I'm a 55-year-old Amazon driver in Oregon who walks up to 10 miles a day. Prime Day was nothing compared to the pandemic.