…this is my dog park
…this is my bike path
…this is my side walk
…this is my office plaza
...this is my court house
...this is my retaining wall
...this is my short cut
…this is my train station
…this is my over pass
…this is my ship canal
…this is my gas station
…this is my coffee shop
I can count on one hand the number of times I was actually asked to move, as in not to “sit here and drink beer”
More than once it was from the self-proclaimed dog park steward at what I like to call Dikmen Dog Park because 1127 Pine, the home of Dikmen Travel, used to throw off rookies at Elliott Bay. And this shitty little dog park is spitting distance from there. I say Plymouth Pillars Park only for the Pillars across Boren.
97% of those times I was asked to move, I was sitting next to Steve Young, that guy in the photo that Todd took at 1202 2nd Ave.
Once upon a time, a security guard came out the back door of 904 7th Avenue and asked us to move along. We just chuckled because he obviously had absolutely nothing else to do and he actually got off his ass and walked around the building to talk to us.
Another time, Steve and I sat on a circular cement bollard and had a couple tall cans. Several US Marshals walked past and just smiled shaking their heads. We were sitting directly beneath a US District Court security camera. The Marshals were cool, they never actually asked us to move. They just wanted us to know that they knew and it was all in a day’s work, for us and for them.
I always say it’s hiding in plain sight. But like Toothaker says, perhaps it’s not hiding at all, it’s a natural part of the landscape so it just blends in. Or it did way back when.
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