There's an interesting comment thread going on at the Seattle Post-Intelligencer. It results from an article a few days ago about a venerable coffee shop in the Pike Place Market that was closing. The paper asked people to list what other defunct businesses that they missed. I think the P-I is sort of taken aback by the lengthy outpouring that builds a patchwork history, not of what Seattle was, necessarily, but what folks remember it was.
One funny thing to me (and I've lived here continuously since 1974) is a generational layering effect in the comments, where the artifacts of one group's lost shining city is the scourge of dreck and commercialism that destroyed the previous group's lost shining city, and so on.
While there are definitely things I miss, and I regret intensely the land-gobbling suburban growth in western Washington, but for the most part I'm having a great time living in the city.
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Perils of Caffeine in the Evening
My wife was at the liquor store tonight (warning them again how they could lose their license by selling to me while I'm under the supervision of the court. Her getting the prosecutor's cell phone number was a major coup in this endeavor), and some guy came to the checkout counter with several bottles of this the elixir at the right. He said he was having a Harry Potter party tomorrow night, and the clerk rolled her eyes and said, "I'll bet." Not sure of the actual arrangements, but we're pretty sure Michael Jackson doesn't shop in our liquor stores
