Downtown
O.K, I'm in the library checking out the new mp3's. After visiting Caffe Ladro, I walked to Pike Place to use the rest room. (Really the only thing I miss about Soundbridge is the bathroom. I still keep in touch with the friends I made, so screw the little ankle biters that run the place.
Walking back towards the Library I saw a cat in a winter jacket watching a dangerous looking pack of pigeons. The pigeons didn't seem to be very annoyed at this observation. The cat's human partner seemed to think that the cat preferred it's usual home cooked cuisine to any gamy pigeon.
As I passed the Art museum I noticed a bunch of derelict cars on display some were hanging from the ceiling, one was just parked in the atrium and one was half a van up ended on the side walk.
I had some art displays like that when I had my shop.
One day some city dufus with a clipboard showed up with that usual scowl that little officious twinky-dinks like to think is intimidating.
"I have a report that someone is running a business here", she announces
No foolin' little girly, every building for eight blocks houses a business.
Anyway the idiots downtown harassed my land lord for six months before they actually had the courage to state the complaint.
There were inoperable cars on my lot.
That's when I quit.
Now it's a coffee shop called Cloud City. Go there if you're in town.
Also this Friday at the Good Shepard Chapel the Composers Salon will be presented music you can't hear any where else.
None of mine this time, but I'm doing what I can about that.
Walking back towards the Library I saw a cat in a winter jacket watching a dangerous looking pack of pigeons. The pigeons didn't seem to be very annoyed at this observation. The cat's human partner seemed to think that the cat preferred it's usual home cooked cuisine to any gamy pigeon.
As I passed the Art museum I noticed a bunch of derelict cars on display some were hanging from the ceiling, one was just parked in the atrium and one was half a van up ended on the side walk.
I had some art displays like that when I had my shop.
One day some city dufus with a clipboard showed up with that usual scowl that little officious twinky-dinks like to think is intimidating.
"I have a report that someone is running a business here", she announces
No foolin' little girly, every building for eight blocks houses a business.
Anyway the idiots downtown harassed my land lord for six months before they actually had the courage to state the complaint.
There were inoperable cars on my lot.
That's when I quit.
Now it's a coffee shop called Cloud City. Go there if you're in town.
Also this Friday at the Good Shepard Chapel the Composers Salon will be presented music you can't hear any where else.
None of mine this time, but I'm doing what I can about that.
Labels: Cats in winter clothes
posted by Lane Savant at 10:27 AM
4 Comments:
Isn't the bathroom, men's room,the can, the crapper, the toilet OK at the Caffe Ladro? Or are the urinals at the men's room there on the north end of the Market got some exotic appeal? In that alley kitty corner from those public johns, didn't there used to be some kind of business, a night club, a theater, or a cafe? Tweeks my memory way far back it seems.
God in 1950, my mother used to go to the Public Market weekly from where ever we lived, to get the freshest produce, meats, and lowest prices. But gas was like 15 cents a gallon in those days. It was always a carnival atomosphere there for a young boy. I finally tired of it when much of it turned commercial or hippy-dippy with too many identical crafts boothes.
Was the cat wearing some kind of sweater or kitty vest or just a feline jacket from RBI or what? My tom cat, Keezie Motto, is still a killer, and he still brings us tribute in terms of bird and mouse and rat and bunny corpses on front or back porches. Somehow he caught and killed a 4 pound crow at one point. Don't know how he managed that.
Man, what kind of derelict cars on display? American cars, from the 50's, 60's or what? I wonder what kind of I-beams they must have in the museum ceiling that can support a hanging automobile? You do raise an interesting issue about the "lack" of parking lot there at PALMER AUTOMOTIVE: Come in and meet the Duke of Oil. Ever since I have known you, you have been surrounded by cars, some of them carcasses for parts, or just not running. I never thought of you actually as an "artist", but in a very important way, that is goddamn exactly what you have been, and are! Your old homemade foundry where you designed parts and cast them in aluminum and iron, and the completely "new" cars you built from the ground up, and with the odd part here and there, Fido, Spot, Gotweiss, and the like. Damn rights. You were creating some kind of cosmic mechanical sculptures that only you and a few chose friends could truly appreciate.
I had never heard the story of the bitch with the clipboard, the stupidity and absurdity of the city bureaucrats, and how it constituted the "last straw". What had your shop been before it was PALMER AUTOMOTIVE?
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8801 Roosevelt Way NE,
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Will the music at the Good Shepherd be contemporary then?
Glenn
It was more of a quilted vest, sorta like Meow See Tung wore.
The music at Good Shepard will be contemporary now!
Sequel to the saga of the "little girly" aka Butch's "bitch with the clipboard" is that she was probably subsequently hired by the SSO for their (In)human Resources and Volunteers Dept. There you see it: for the SSO, volunteers aren't human!
-- Anonomann
I heard on the radio this morning on the way to work that the SSO has hired George Takai to narrate a symphonic evening of Sci-Fi themes, especially all those by John Williams. Beneroya will hum with laser lights, and a good time will be had by all.
What will they think of next?
Glenn
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