One Step Closer
Got the passport - everything went swimmingly. It has been a few years since I’ve been inside a federal office. Since Oklahoma City, they’ve been scanning everyone at the door similar to when you board an airplane. I was also taken aback by the ubiquity of George W’s mugshot. Since I don’t watch TV news, I’m probably more familiar with George W’s face as presented by syndicated cartoonists than I am with actual photographs. The poor devils in the Passport office were thrice cursed, having to work under the gaze of the unholy trinity of GW, Cheney and Powell. I’d probably crack.
Also hadn’t been downtown in daylight for some time. Walked through the Pike Place Market and up First Avenue (no low-flying fish today), home to the venerable strip club The Lusty Lady. I’ve never been inside the club (my wife reads this sometimes), but they’re most renowned for their two-sided theatre-like marquee on the street that always has some sort of ribald snippet. For the holiday, on one side, it read, “Our birds come with no dressing”; on the other, “Happy Spanksgiving”.
With 12 hours to go before my airport shuttle arrives, I’m starting to get serious about putting stuff in the two duffel bags I’m checking through.
