decide to park here for the night in the Capital Hill area. I go into a
bar to use the bathroom and the bartender asks for my ID. Everyone is
smiling and looking at me. Friendly or??? It seems as though I could make
a lot of friends here, but not tonight. Instead I go back to the van and
This van, this bed, is not the cozy cave it usually is. It is
tiny, clausterphobic, and on a slant so that I am falling slightly.
Muscles clenched against gravity, slipping in and out of sleep. Oh well.
Another day in Seattle. We call Kate, the woman we met last night and we
pick her up at her place.