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)...

In the time of coronavirus: Seattle, 5/6/20

It’s time to move on, time to get goin’ What lies ahead, I have no way of knowin’ But under my feet, baby, grass is growin’ It’s time to move on, time to get goin’. – Tom Petty   “I’ve read that Echo is my ‘divorce album,’” Tom Petty told his biographer,...

In the time of coronavirus: Ode to Seattle, 5/1/20

This entry is longer than any other in this diary to date – more than 4,500 words. It’s also perhaps the entry I’ve most enjoyed writing. I hope you enjoy reading it. This past Monday, April 27, at 9:59 a.m., having tied my bootlaces, I stepped off my front porch and...

In the time of coronavirus: Seattle, 4/25/20

How to write coherently about incoherence? How to articulate a lack of understanding? I don’t have answers to those questions. But writing is what I do, so here I am again, doing it. One answer to the first question might be that it’s not necessary or sometimes even...

In the time of coronavirus: Seattle, 4/23/20

Katharine Lee Bates (1859-1929) was a prolific literary scholar, author, social activist, and advocate for global peace in the aftermath of the First World War. In 1924, explaining her support for Democratic presidential candidate John W. Davis, she said: “Though born...