In the time of coronavirus: Seattle, 5/30/20

The unrest in cities coast to coast overnight Friday, and the governor of Minnesota’s mobilization of the National Guard, and Trump’s invocation of “vicious dogs” and “ominous weapons,” drove me to my backyard shed, to dig out from a plastic tub an unpublished essay...

In the time of coronavirus: Seattle, 5/26/20

“Hey there, Rip Van Winkle,” said Dennis Rea, my guitarist friend, by way of greeting as I stepped out onto my front porch. He was standing outside the gate, wearing a mask and holding up a small brown paper bag. In the bag was a mushroom log, maybe eighteen inches...

In the time of coronavirus: Seattle, 5/18/20

One consequence of having traveled as much as I have is that you lose the ability to hold yourself aloof, because you make friends and gain a measure of ground-level understanding of their circumstances. Thus, for example, knowing Haiti as I do – having traveled there...

In the time of coronavirus: Seattle, 5/14/20

I’m writing this in my notebook while leaning against a tree in Greenwood Park, a city park around the corner (actually two corners) from my house. It’s a really nice park. And it’s a nice day; this morning was chilly and rainy, but in the late morning the sun came...

In the time of coronavirus: Seattle, 5/10/20

The other day I went inside my neighborhood Fred Meyer supermarket to pick up a prescription. As I passed through the sliding door, I noticed that the security guard wasn’t wearing a mask. She was a tall, burly woman, like Tammy on the sitcom Mom, but (as I learned)...