Twenty-one years in Seattle, 1997 to 2019 — the WTO riots, the dot-com years, watching the city rebuild itself around a bookstore that became something else entirely. Most of that time I was a bell captain at the Westin, and those stories live in their own collection. This is everything else: the radio stations, the backyards, the bicycle rides that turned into twenty-five-year stories. Some overlap with the hotel years is inevitable — it was the same city, the same life, running on two tracks at once.
The RV Has Spoken
Summer 2000: voted off 107.7 The End, live on the radio, and rewarded with two RVs, a webcam, and a graveyard-shift bellman's brief collision with reality television. The jacket is gone. The story isn't.
Read →The Gnar-BQ
A doorman's birthday, a backyard, a Jack Russell that survived it, and a piñata that should not have been full of liquor. Not a barbecue. A Gnar-BQ.
Read →Deadly Duck: Anger
It starts in a Belltown basement in the autumn of 2001 and doesn't end until Vondelpark, twenty-five years later. Seven ducks, one bicycle, twenty-four thousand miles, and a database that never forgot.
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