Shhhhhh!
Back to Seattle. We’re in the midst of our Secret Summer Weather Festival. I am circumscribed from providing any more detail than the photo below, taken Friday evening at Seward Park, midpoint of a bike ride with my son.
The Blue Angels will arrive here this week for rehearsals and performances in a sorta cornball summer celebration called SeaFair, culminating in unlimited hydro races next weekend. Thousands of folks raft up out on Lake Washington, get sunburned and drunk, and watch what is really just a 2-day Budweiser advertisement. A blimp will buzz Jules-Verne-like over the city all week. It floated languidly over the house Friday night after dark. We used to get the haughtily austere Goodyear blimp, but this year it’s a gaudy thing from Ameriquest that looks like a bridge-tagging project that overdosed on BC Bud (not the hydroplane kind). (Update) It just flew by, so I rushed to the upstairs deck to photograph it.
