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