While talking about Thai restaurants today, I remembered someone I hadn’t thought of in a while. And then, I remembered something about her I hadn’t thought of in even longer. Continue reading

Fifteen years ago today, I bought a cell phone and became a Seattleite. Continue reading

“Well, there are only 200 people in Seattle,” he offered, a sentiment repeated by another friend at a different happy hour the next day.

I fear I’ve created a monster. Continue reading

“You don’t care about me/I don’t care about that/Gotta new fool, ha!/I like it like that.”

Every time the Seattle Mariners win at Safeco Field, Jimi Hendrix’s “Fire” comes blaring through the stadium’s sound system. Yesterday, leaving after the Mariners came from behind to win on the night the franchise retired Ken Griffey, Jr.’s number, I thought of how strange it was to be a fan of the team these days. Continue reading