Seattle’s in a kind of shut down.

Only the brave ventured downtown. Living on Queen Anne Hill, one of the hills overlooking the city, the streets are slick with ice. Being an eastern Washington person, snow’s never an impediment. It’s a gauntlet. Seattle, downtown, is quiet. There are three people in the office. Lisa, Kevin, me. And just now, the intern — Joe.

Still time for something calligraphic, however.

Heading north to Vancouver, next.

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