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Seattle
Rain they say. Raining again, yes it comes down, and keeps coming.
Months sometimes. Moss will grow out of your web feet they joke.
But that air coming in cold and so fresh off the Sound—love it!
The patches of blue amongst those dark dangerous looking clouds.
What beauty! What a peculiar loveliness, how strange and wonderful,
just full of mystery, and memories.
The Seattle Center with the curiosity shop kids could spend hours in.
The Food Circus, Mongolian Beef, Orange Julius,
The big fountain with those colored lights at night and the classical music.
At the docks a cup of Ivar’s chowder
and First Avenue, with all the pawn shops, bars, and strip joints.
So much has changed from those distant times.
Mother on her Saturday shopping trip: Bartells Drug Store with the long tube-like diner, a hamburger for a dollar and a big chocolate shake, 75 cents.
Fredrick n’ Nelson, so posh and elegant for a frontier town,
Woolworths, better look at those Famous Monster magazines, macabre cool,
just tagging along with Mom.
And at the end of this rainbow we’ll catch a movie as we wait for the bus to take us back to our little Eastgate hamlet. We’d never see the end of those movies—Fate Is The Hunter, It Happened At The World’s Fair, ---cause we had to catch the bus!
Just a home town, a special town, my town.