NOTES FROM THE COFFEE SHOP
Yes, I do spend a lot of time writing at coffee shops. So sue me.
Today it is snowing, a rare event in Seattle that produces two responses from the citizenry:
- A child-like sense of wonder and awe. People
wander around with their faces turned toward the sky and give thanks
that they have an excuse for not raking the leaves today.
- Sheer blind panic. People
race to their vehicles at the first flake, determined to buy every last
can of Spam at the local grocery emporium, lest they get caught
Spam-less in the midst of the Storm of the Century, even though the
forecast calls for less than an inch of accumulation.
sitting here in the window at Starbucks, I saw a man in the parking lot
stop and write in the snow with the tip of his umbrella. I could tell he was not a Seattle native, because nobody here uses umbrellas. He was a young, prematurely balding white guy. I
thought at first that he was exhibiting the child-like wonder reaction
to snow by writing a mushy sentiment, or the name of his girlfriend, or
“snow rocks,” or something.
I went back to my work for a few moments, and when I looked up, he was walking away. In the snow he had written BOMB ISRAEL.
would a young fellow react to the appearance of snow in our normally
rainy city by expressing a wish to murder Jewish women and children?
I’m now watching that missive, hoping someone parks on top of it, or that it snows hard enough to cover it up. If it is still there when I leave, I will scrape it out with my shoe.
I’ll bet that guy loses all his hair before he’s 30.
Just futzing with the new toy. Talk to me. Use your cell phone’s free long distance.
That’s me at the end. And apparently I’m such an addict my kids have resorted to talking to me via computer.
In other idiot news, a homeowners’ association in Colorado is
threatening to fine a woman $25 per day for displaying this wreath on
Other residents feel it is an anti-war protest, or possibly a Satanic emblem. Same thing.