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| Today I envisioned gravity as hands reaching up out of the planet to drag you down after Noel talked about ski jumps. We broke down the Flower & Garden Show exhibit in record time, two quick truckloads, back outside rain had turned to butter sun then back to rain crossing Lake Washington. Waimea brewpub in Kirkland is turning over into Wilde Rover, a gay place, and the new owners were kind enough to denail a bunch of trim and donate copper & bamboo lights. Elsewhere in Kirkland, another restaurant, defunct since 2002, adorned with kitsch |
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| and curios. It didn't smell as bad as you'd think it would. It was faux old to begin with and now it's getting crunched for condos. A table in the corner bore a brass plaque dedicated to one of the co-owners--1988. We took mostly racks, divisions of space to hold things against gravity. We found 30-lb. ledgers showing debts and transactions of the Forsyth Mercantile Co., 1938 - 1969. Same year as alleged moon landing people were still dipping nibs in ink, charting the numbers that divided people between solid citizens and fiscal disgrace, the difference between timely payments & swelling interest. Sunset back at our own store, the sky was crowded with curious faces hurrying south.... Below them: beds made, unmade, or occupied. |
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