Yesterday I spent several happy hours writing and editing at my favorite coffee shop: Green Bean, in Seattle’s Greenwood neighborhood. A non-profit, charity-supporting place, friendly and comfortable, much loved by the community, frequented by writers, an oasis for parents with babies, you get the idea. On my way out, I considered walking around the corner to the PAWS cat adoption center to admire the kittens in the window. Because, you know…kittens. But my time was running short, and I decided I’d visit the kittens next time.
Late last night, Green Bean burned down.
With it went three small, family-owned restaurants, and with the restaurants went the livelihoods of the owners.
It took 100 firefighters to contain the blaze. They broke into the PAWS place and evacuated the cats, along with the people living in the upstairs apartments. Thankfully, no one was hurt.
The authorities aren’t talking, but arson rumors are flying furiously. I am sickened by the thought. Such wanton destruction. And it could easily have been so much worse.
I have nothing amusing or insightful to say about this. It made me really sad.
Megaprops to the Seattle Fire Department. Heroes, every one of them.