On the Streets On the Streets and On the Trails: Seattle I'm still working through some I hate tech woes following the simultaneous Mac OS upgrade and battery meltdown. Nothing major, but distracting. I'll keep this short because I've forgotten most of the wildly entertaining anecdotes I intended to mention here. (Note: I lied. Not so short.) Punctual people are the
Photography The Towers of Babel Yea, I just posted this photo in the previous post, but there are pros and cons of having a blog that 10 people visit. One of the pros is that I make the rules. I like the accidental symmetry in this one. St. James Cathedral, First Hill, Seattle, 9 January
On the Streets On the Streets: First Hill Good news, bad news. Bad news first. Some of my childhood buddies and I play the lottery when the jackpot gets insane. It's stupid and fun. It's stupid fun. Tonight was my turn to buy the tickets. We lost. Good news - I won't be abandoning this blog for a
On the Streets McDonald's, in a different light I can't remember the last time I ate McDonald's. In 2003, my meat consumption dropped to once in a blue moon. In November 2020, Dingfelder's Cometicatessan created an unusual number of blue moons. Anyways...I don't think the salads are pulling a ton of non-meat eaters into McDonald's on the
On the Streets Vito's Vito's on First Hill is one of my favorite places in Seattle. Dark, underworld lore, red booths, horseshoe bar, piano, and a disco ball or two. Its long history is associated with mob lore and violence. I'm not interested in glorifying those themes (despite a fascination with The Godfather, Goodfellas,
