Seattle diary, 9/28/20: We all know darn well

It’s funny, or something, that I somehow contrived to end my last entry with a reference to my grandmother. I didn’t plan it that way; it just happened. I like when good things just happen, and I like being reminded of my grandmother. She’s actually been near the...

Seattle diary, 9/23/20: The world’s a-changin’

I’m rereading this diary from the beginning, in preparation for publishing the entries from March 3 through August 1 in book form, hopefully next spring. It’s a spooky experience. The passage of time is part of the point; one does one’s best to pay attention and jot...