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.