Apparently Huey’s with “Starbucks” markings are landing in hot LZ’s in the central highlands of Vietnam and lifting off with coffee beans, 40 years after similar aircraft marked US ARMY made the same trip with soldiers. So this morning I had to try this java. I will seek to write about it in the style of men tasked … More Good Morning, Vietnam!
So what is the deal with the Nordstrom models anyway? Do they all have to look so emotional? They show up on the side of my Yahoo Inbox all the time all sad like life is tough. Not for the Nordstrom model. Particularly galling are the young men with slender waists the rest of us might have had in high … More Nordstrom Models with Pouty Faces
Friday was I am northbound and saw some kind of road side warning there had been a crash at I-405 warning of a 4 mile back up. Long ago I stopped waiting out the ads on AM radio and all the other noise for the traffic report so I took this at face value and headed … More The Sting
In a sure sign of spring, the swallows have returned to the parking garage at the Ballard Safeway. Swooping in in and out of the underside of the supermarket, they noisily nest in the asbestos coating the garage roof provides. In doing so they kick bits of the cancer causing material out on to our … More The Swallows Return to the Ballard Safeway
It’s Presidents Day. Let talk about governance, in particular bad governance. You know it when you see it. We have a massive hole on the waterfront in Seattle where a tunnel should be because we presumed there wasn’t any obstructions in the way when we started digging. No one seems to know why pipes left … More Leaving Jar Jar Binks in Control
When I was a kid the neighborhood left wing family included a couple of brothers who claimed that pot could not be made legal in the United States because the entire population would instantly become high. This has apparently become the case in Seattle. In Seattle the smell of that noxious weed is so regular … More Seattle: You Look Like Hell
It is a year later, I ride the bus to the next annual installment of the same seminar. I alight from the bus and head toward the convention center in a light rain. A man with an electric guitar presides at the covered entrance to a retail shop, not yet open, and his long lingering … More Blade Runner
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