It’s Hittin’ the Fan
It’s getting nearly impossible to get out for an evening walk in daylight, especially if I’m working out of the house. We headed out after dinner tonight for our favorite stroll to Gasworks Park. The park was pitch black when we got there a little before 8, but we ventured in anyway, and were rewarded with an excellent view of downtown, reflected off of a glass-like Lake Union:
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We were confronted with an interesting contrast in political views in our respective restrooms, and the stark reality that campaign rhetoric has reached a low point. The mens’ perspective is on the left, the womens’ on the right. The handwriting’s a little different, but I have this sneaking suspicion that they’re written by the same person, on different nights, on different meds:
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Either that, or they’re trial balloons created by some savvy campaign consultants, who even now are looking at pictures of me taking pictures of their test advertising (an unwelcome development for the guy monitoring the womens’, probably) and rushing to buy media time based on what they see. Cover and duck!
