Leaving

Sad.

Sad to be leaving Seattle. Sad to be leaving my dear inlaws. Sad to be leaving all MY Seattle spots. Sad at all we didn't get to do this visit. Sad not knowing when we'll be back.

It was a spectacular visit, and I'm so blessed for it.

Which makes leaving so goddamn hard...

Thanks

My Wife
My SIL and her man
My MIL and Step-FIL
A 23 Lb. Bird
Conventional Gravy
Giblet Gravy
Stuffing in bird
Stuffing outside of bird
Stuffin' Muffins
Cranberry Sauce
Mashed
Candied Yams
Pumpkin Pies
Gewurztraminer
Chardonnay
Riesling
Belgian Ales
Other Ales
Laughs and Love

Said it before, Say it again: I am one lucky motherfuck.

Snowbound

in Seattle?!? Seriously?!? 2" at least today, and the town has shut down completely. And understandably so, considering the ice, wind and Seattle hills. Incredible. Very cozy day, watching the snow and COPS reruns. And the high tomorrow will be 28? Is this Maine? Jeeeesus.

I need another beer...

Jet City Dispatch

Live from the Westlake Mall, 4th and Pine, Seattle. It's a Saturday morning and I'm killing a few minutes trying to figure out my next move while the wifey is off with old friends. Got a window food court seat right next to the monorail station: front row view of all the monorailists. Buncha tools. Then again I'm sitting here with a fucking McIced, which is a new precident of low and vulgar in itself. So never mind. What do I want to do? I think a little book hunting. What do I want for grub? Trickier question. Teriyaki yesterday, so that's out. Pho? Indian? Oysters? Other? Better get out there and figure it out. Tips (like never ever get another McIced again) welcome...

Take to the Sky

I am currently 34,014 feet above Lake Michigan, hurtling toward Seattle at 387 MPH. 4:45 to go on the flight. Temp outside is -66 •F. I am listening to Royksopp, and will later listen to Stan Getz.

WHAT THE FUCK?!?!?

I'm trying to imagine E.B. White or my current seat companion Jerry Salinger and what they would think of this business. In order to pull a comperable feat, they would have to drag an Underhill onto a DC-9, probably TWA, add a phonograph, and then mail their musings upon landing. Their flight from Maine to Seattle would likely take twice as long, and they would be smoking the entire haul. They would definitely not have HBO like I currently do. In. Credible. All I have to do is punch the buttons and hit Post.

They definitely didn't have a Post icon, either.

What an age we live in...