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Seventy degrees on Easter. It felt like the whole outdoors had come back to life.
casey mcnerthney, seattlepi.com
…In the long term today’s affordable housing comes from yesterday’s luxury flats, and cutting off the supply of the latter will deny our children the former in the absence of massive, unsustainable public subsidy.
The cherry blossoms agree with the calendar that spring has arrived. Why does the weather argue?
The parking garage on Second Avenue between Stewart and Virginia was completely demolished in two days.
In order to minimize traffic disruption, the whole job was scheduled for a single weekend. Even then, at least one lane of Second was open to traffic at all times.
Four jackhammer and shovel rigs converged on the site; first knocking down the front walls, then moving in for the rest.
By late Sunday afternoon, all that was left was rubble and some old painted signage revealed on the side of the building next door.
As promised, here are the pix of my Sunday Amtrak-trek to the not so naughty border town of Bellingham.
The journey is beautiful. You should take it early and often. WiFi, a snack car, legroom, scenery galore, and all with no driving.
The trestle over Chuckanut Bay just might be one of the great rail experiences of this continent. It really looks like as if train is running straight across the water’s surface.
The Bellingham Amtrak/Greyhound station is just a brief stroll from Fairhaven, the famous town-within-a-town of stately old commercial buildings, and a few new buildings made to sort of look like the old ones.
My destination was in one of the pseudo-vintage buildings. It’s Village Books, a three-story repository of all things bookish.
Why I was there: to give a slide presentation about my book Walking Seattle.
Why people 80 miles away wanted to hear somebody talk about the street views down here? I did not ask. I simply gave ’em what they wanted.
Some two dozen Bellinghamsters braved the sunbreaks punctuated with snow showers to attend.
Afterwards, some kind audience members showed me some of B’ham’s best walking routes. Among these is the Taylor Dock, a historic pedestrian trestle along the waterfront.
Yes, there had been an Occupy Bellingham protest. Some of the protesters made and donated this statue on a rock near Taylor Dock.
Apparently there had been windy weather the previous day.
After that I took a shuttle bus downtown, where I was promptly greeted by a feed and seed store with this lovely signage.
The Horseshoe Cafe comes as close as any place I’ve been to my platonic ideal of a restaurant. Good honest grub at honest prices. Great signage. Great well-kept original interior decor.
(Of course, I had to take advantage of sitting in a cafe in Bellingham to trot out the ol’ iPod and play the Young Fresh Fellows’ “Searchin’ USA.”)
Used the remaining daylight to wander the downtown of the ex-mill town. (Its local economy is now heavily reliant on Western Washington U., another victim of year after year of state higher-ed cuts.)
But I stopped at one place that was so perfect, inside and out. It proudly shouted its all-American American-ness.
Alas, 20th Century Bowling/Cafe/Pub will not last long into the 21st century.
A scene from the 2008 Japanese film Love Exposure (dir. Sion Sono).
I know some of you have had your fill of this.
After all, even the most delicious meal can become unappetizing if you have to eat it every day.
But I still love it. And I’ll love it until it goes away in Friday’s postponed Big Melt.
One Day Only! Mass melt promised for Thursday! Hope you got out and enjoyed it while you could.
Longtime readers of this space know I absolutely love snow in Seattle. Especially when it sticks around, as a rare and always-welcome guest.
And it looks like we may get more over the next two days!
So have fun. Be safe. Most of you don’t really have to drive anywhere, especially on the Monday holiday.
Use the snow day to take a good look out at your own surroundings, your own neighbors. Imagine what a more walkable, less car-dependent nation might be like.
second avenue north from yesler way, 1903; uw special collections
I could not have produced my best known work, Vanishing Seattle, without the kind and knowledgable help of the University of Washington Libraries’ Special Collections department.
Special Collections’ photographic cache is a literal treasure trove of valuable images. Among many other subjects, these photos depict Seattle and Washington state at almost all time frames. They depict ordinary street views and everyday scenes as well as the major monuments and scenic attractions.
Prints and scans of these images were available, at reasonable cost, to anyone.
The pictures aren’t going anywhere.
But our ability to access and use them is.
Due to budget cuts in other parts of the UW, the on-campus photo lab that makes these prints is closing.
Until further notice, Special Collections’ photos are available for viewing, but nothing more.
Let them know you want this to change.
Here’s one way to get a large audience for a literary reading. Invite so many readers that they, and their individual dates and/or entourages, will fill the room by themselves.
That’s what happened at Town Hall last Saturday night with “60 Readers.”
The event’s organizers scheduled it to tie in with the Modern Language Association’s convention in town that week. But the reading was not officially connected with the MLA. This meant the general public could get in.
Town Hall’s 300-capacity lower room was nearly filled for the free event. Readers were limited to three minutes max. The whole thing came in on time, at just under three hours.
The readers picked included both locals and MLA attendees. They ranged from the wild and the experimental down to that squarest of all literary sub-genres ever created, ’70s style nature poetry.
They read in alphabetical order. They opened with Greg Bem, whose “piece” was a listing of all the readers’ names.
As it happened, most of my favorite bits came in hour three: