Since I ran out of story writing
time on Suzday, I thought maybe I’d just do a short report on driving my kid
back to Seattle. It’s always a bit revelatory. Every trip is different.
It was a good day for driving. A nice gray day. It wasn’t raining. Just even cool light. I don’t care for driving southward into the low winter sun.
I headed south on Evergreen which becomes old 99 when you get south of Everett. It used to be the highway. The north/south route. I actually remember before they built I-5. When first completed, it was never crowded. It was so easy to get around the area quickly. Not so now.
After some fish and no chips at Mikie’s in town the first characteristic thing we came upon was a protest at the intersection by Aurora Village, a shopping mall. People holding this year’s model of protest signs crowded all four corners of the intersection. Most were against ICE picking up illegal gate crashers. Many carried No Kings signage. I’m never quite sure what that one means. I suppose they imagine this president wants to be king, for there were also many Traitor Trump signs.
The people seemed very pleased with themselves. Many were photographing each other. There were tall important looking men, no doubt personages of some nature. Goodness knows. I don’t.
These people looked well-off, all white. Classic libs. My thought was that they wouldn’t have to live with the results of what they want done. No, it would be the average lower class members who would have to live with the increase in crime and all the other results of illegal migration. But I’m sure that’s considered acceptable for the class of people standing at the intersection.
Seattle proper, the city, seemed quiet. You don’t see many goofballs on the street in cool gray weather. They seem to come out when the sun shines.
However, on 35th NE, I think it is, I notice that the RVs and cars sitting along the road were back, the ones selling drugs openly on the street. Every once in a while the city moves them out, but they were back. Some of these RVs process stolen goods too. Quite a scene.
Navigator lives in a nice Jewish neighborhood a few miles east of the U, so it seems pretty safe for a downtown neighborhood. Her bus connections are perfect. Bus stops right at the door of her building and the hospital where she works.
Heading back north, I drove over to the freeway to just make the trip quickly. No traffic to speak of. As I got out of town, I noticed that the foothills of the Cascade were half occluded by cloud, probably I was looking at snow falling. Mt. Baker, which is usually visible from the freeway was completely hidden, but the slopes of the foothills were patched with great swathes of snow. I was pleased to see it, as we need the mountains to be deep in snow.
Even here, the clouds are low and look snowy in that white, opaque way.
So, I had opportunity to compare the folly of mankind to the patient existence of the mountains and the snow coming in its season.
It was an easy trip. The old Element ran like a good little old machine. I was thankful.
It was a good day for driving. A nice gray day. It wasn’t raining. Just even cool light. I don’t care for driving southward into the low winter sun.
I headed south on Evergreen which becomes old 99 when you get south of Everett. It used to be the highway. The north/south route. I actually remember before they built I-5. When first completed, it was never crowded. It was so easy to get around the area quickly. Not so now.
After some fish and no chips at Mikie’s in town the first characteristic thing we came upon was a protest at the intersection by Aurora Village, a shopping mall. People holding this year’s model of protest signs crowded all four corners of the intersection. Most were against ICE picking up illegal gate crashers. Many carried No Kings signage. I’m never quite sure what that one means. I suppose they imagine this president wants to be king, for there were also many Traitor Trump signs.
The people seemed very pleased with themselves. Many were photographing each other. There were tall important looking men, no doubt personages of some nature. Goodness knows. I don’t.
These people looked well-off, all white. Classic libs. My thought was that they wouldn’t have to live with the results of what they want done. No, it would be the average lower class members who would have to live with the increase in crime and all the other results of illegal migration. But I’m sure that’s considered acceptable for the class of people standing at the intersection.
Seattle proper, the city, seemed quiet. You don’t see many goofballs on the street in cool gray weather. They seem to come out when the sun shines.
However, on 35th NE, I think it is, I notice that the RVs and cars sitting along the road were back, the ones selling drugs openly on the street. Every once in a while the city moves them out, but they were back. Some of these RVs process stolen goods too. Quite a scene.
Navigator lives in a nice Jewish neighborhood a few miles east of the U, so it seems pretty safe for a downtown neighborhood. Her bus connections are perfect. Bus stops right at the door of her building and the hospital where she works.
Heading back north, I drove over to the freeway to just make the trip quickly. No traffic to speak of. As I got out of town, I noticed that the foothills of the Cascade were half occluded by cloud, probably I was looking at snow falling. Mt. Baker, which is usually visible from the freeway was completely hidden, but the slopes of the foothills were patched with great swathes of snow. I was pleased to see it, as we need the mountains to be deep in snow.
Even here, the clouds are low and look snowy in that white, opaque way.
So, I had opportunity to compare the folly of mankind to the patient existence of the mountains and the snow coming in its season.
It was an easy trip. The old Element ran like a good little old machine. I was thankful.
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