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Great Resource

fascinating

A heartwarming and enthusiastically recommended picture book

William Speidel is one of the best writers I have ever read.

Amazing, Well-Written Cultural HistoryTold as a series of short biographies of people and places of the day, it is very readable, accessible, and educational at the same time.
I highly recommend this book, and hope the authors are working on a sequel that covers the next era in Seattle's rich history!


This is a true behind the scenes look at an NFL teamFred Moody did an outstanding job of capturing EVERYTHING that an NFL team has to deal with during a season (and this was a very extraordinary season).
It also harkens back to a time when NFL football was revered in the Northwest, now it is just a lame excuse.


Tall tales and recipes from Sleepless in Seattle houseboats

I good Guide to 2 great citiesI have spent a great deal of time in both cities and I find that Portland is my favorite. Hence I there. This guide will take you to most the best places in both cities, but if I where you I would also get a guide dedicated to each city individually. Oh, and take it from someone who knows. Do not try to drive in rushhour in Seattle, infact dont drive at all in Seattle, stay across the straight and take te fairy over.
In Portland just take Trimet. Do not get on C-tran it will take you to Vancouver WA which is boring and out of the way.
Overall good book


A walk from the mud flatThe tearing, triumphs, grindings of teeth, and the celebrations -as words capture the emotions of the past, they captivate my consciousness and draw out parallel emotions from within myself.
The author has told his own story, keeping little distance between himself and his words, creating a close intimacy between story of the past and myself:
As Francis Framer was straitjacketed and carried off, it was my own scream for help that I hear. When her eyelid was pulled open and her eyeball stared right into a spearing ice pick, it was my eyes that are forcibly shut.
The vaudevillian movements underground come through my ingertips as I touch these words on the pages. And I gyrate my hips on Shelly's Leg.
Triumph comes to my face when it was down on 13. Shadow clouds my emotion when it was down on Cal'sbill.
Reading the book was a difficult journey for me, because, well, it had been a difficult journey indeed for those who had walked the path. But it is a journey well deserving of its travelers. As I look about Seattle, I find the reflections of my past: I hear my own language speaking through the many entrances that I have not entered. I see pictures of myself hung on the walls of places that I have never been. My heart echoes the steps taken by people whose names I have scarcely known. Today, I have, I own a sense a dwelling.


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