Seattle goings on
Last week, two different people from two very different places asked me about starter ukes. I tell everyone the same thing: Get a Flea, I love mine, it’s portable, made of plastic (mostly) and fits in the overhead compartment on the plane, plus, it’s sturdy as all get out and does okay if you leave …
Sunday was perfect. A friend fed us fresh baked biscuits and jam for breakfast, we went for a walk through the market and shot some pictures, stopped for fish and chips at the beach, then went for cupcakes. We had made no plans for Valentine’s Day and really, it could not have been better.
I was saddened to read about the death of ‘Masa’ Murakami in yesterday’s Seattle Times. The Murakami family ran the Higo general store on Jackson Street in the neighborhood that used to be called Nihonmachi, or Japan Town. Before Higo became the design conscious place it is today, it was a complete hodge podge of …
If there was a better place to be on Monday than West Seattle, I don’t want to know about it. In the morning, I met a new friend at Alki and in the afternoon, J and I walked the beach at Lincoln Park. It was perfect.
Downtown Seattle ain’t what it was.
When people tell me they want to visit Seattle, I suggest the same thing, always: August or September. It’s divine here during those two months, truly there is no place I’d rather be. But in winter, it can be daunting and our New Year’s weekend stay downtown was tempered by disappointing weather — umbrella challenging …