This was along a notoriously torturous waypath pounded out of skyward ground by hunters, to a high place which has been frozen, shattered and thawed into living ruins, leaving weak-kneed flower-sniffers like yours truly, shivering just so. It had me pondering my sanity bringing Adam up the brutal track but what boy or girl or them doesn’t like climbing onto the roof for a better look, that wonderful feeling of belonging where maybe one shouldn’t be?
This rainy morning over coffee with an old friend at La Marzocco (and KEXP’s studio) would find me by far the unhippest person in a several hundred foot radius. Nevertheless, innocently spying across the room I would observe a former mayor of the city, seated at a table with a companion associated heavily with Seattle Neighborhood Greenways. Back in the day, that mayor could be spotted on a fairly regular basis riding his bike around town for meetings, he also was among the staunchest, most vociferous political opponents of the downtown waterfront tunnel’s construction and so logically my thoughts were transported to Saturday morning when we would observe the final architecture of the Alaskan Way Viaduct (merely a four-legged tabletop of rebar-filled cement) being unceremoniously torn down. Because I’m fairly dedicated to the craft I was filled with that desperate impulse to jump out of the ferry waiting line in order to document the final day of the Viaduct right there across from Colman Dock but for once in a blue moon the boat had arrived on schedule and my entire family threatened me with grave consequences if I so much as stepped one toe out of the car so it was that when we returned home on Sunday, the Viaduct was no more.