Seattle

Ask any O.G. Seattleite or one of the last flannel-clad local mainstays nursing an espresso under the inevitable blanket of grey covering Seattle for nine months of the year and you’ll hear the same thing, “Remember when Seattle was cool?”  Seattle, a sleepy, always rainy city, was once saturated with blue collar bars filled with…

As T.S. Eliot, one-time American ex-pat and Prufrockian fanatic wrote in his poem Wait without Hope, “So the darkness shall be the light.” I’m drawn to this line like a moth to a window in Amsterdam—from the many dark places I’ve wandered into, thirsty, forlorn, a nomad of the night, slithering my way up to…