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    No Grunge, No Rain – A Seattle Story

    Seattle is known for a number of things; Bill Gates, grunge music, coffee, suicide and rain (lots and lots of rain).  To many, including Seattleites, you have part of the picture but the whole painting is far from complete with that claim.  The Emerald City runs on the life and soul of people that can’t be bothered by the status quo.  They having a seeming desire to be as different from the stereotypes of their fair city as possible.  For every Starbucks there is a independent roaster like Lighthouse or Cafe Lardo that tell, no demand, that their coffee is better because of the love and small, punk rock nature of their life lines.  In essence, people do their thing and don’t give a damn what you think about them.

    My six days in Seattle was a mix of walking up and down some hilly streets with the middle parts being accompanied by some of the finest food and most delicious beers that anyone with their six senses could ask for.  Couple this with low to mid 70 degree temperatures and mostly sunny skies and there is little more than a massage on Mt Rainier that could be the proverbially cherry on the top of a stay. Continue reading…

    Welcome Home to a Hurricane

    On Monday morning I returned home from a 3 week voyage that I can simply put was the time of my life.  Working my way from Seattle down to San Francisco gave me sights I had never seen before along with delectable food and delicious beer.  I had plans of writing up pieces on each of my major stops along the way (Seattle, Portland, San Francisco) and even started on one but sometimes when life happens it happens big.

    Instead of spending time writing I am spending time preparing for Hurricane Irma that is seemingly heading right for South Florida.  With that I must apologize for the delay that is inevitable with the pieces.  I will get them up as soon as I can.

    In the meantime let me wish any other South Florida friends, family, readers and followers to be safe out there.  We’ll see each other on the other side of this storm.  I mean has anyone liked the name Irma since the 40s?


    Emerald City First 24

    Waking up at 5 am after your first night of sleep in the Pacific time zone is something that I’ll take as a win. We tried our hardest to stay awake as long as we humanly could. We walked the Belltown neighborhood, we had dinner, we drank many libations and made it not long after 9 pm before the travel, the booze and our internal clocks were having no more of it.  But waking up a mere 2 hours before my “normal time” from the east coast is admirable, at least to me. It’s a small victory and one that I will take with great pride.

    In my nearly 24 hours in the Emerald City I have already noticed things about this city. Firstly is that rarely do you come across a city nickname that seems to fit as much as Seattle’s.  The landscape is splattered with wonderful swatches of evergreens that are magical from a landing 767 and even more awe inspiring as you traverse the sprawling city and it’s suburbs. Being so used to the palm trees of South Florida it is nearly a spiritual experience to take in something that we only ever see in people’s houses in the winter time covered in lights, tinsel and red glass globes. Continue reading…