Have you heard? Seattle has been under a deep freeze for as long as I can remember... Here is a story about a recent experience I had with it.
It is how tall I am. How deep you are buried when you die. How far from each other we are supposed to be. It is also the name of an impromptu jazz band that sprung up Thursday afternoon at Green Lake park. 6 feet Staying inside on a sunny, 60 degree spring day in... Continue Reading →