Still Sleepless In Seattle
I’ve been sleepless in Seattle. I’ve been down the yellow brick road to the Emerald City. I’ve glommed on the mass cultural riffs and felt the foggy ambivalence of living in Seattle. It was home, it was a place, it was something more. You can despise the Pacific Northwest, you can rail against the sequoias, you can even despise the color green and still be deeply in love with Seattle.
