I pass street kids milling about with their fishing poles, unironically, all season long on my walk to work. I see the same handful of them coming into my apartment in the alley. I’ve never met them,[…]
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I pass street kids milling about with their fishing poles, unironically, all season long on my walk to work. I see the same handful of them coming into my apartment in the alley. I’ve never met them,[…]
I talked yesterday to a deckhand engineer in his laidback carhartts and button-down cotton shirt. He paused and stood outside Salmon Landing. He said “Where are you coming from?” “I had to deposit some laundry[…]