Today was a perfect day.
A rare day when I finished work at 3. The sun was shining so I left early, came home, and rode my bike to the gym. On the ride home, I passed by Edith Macefield's house. She was the little old lady who captured Seattle's attention by refusing to sell out to a developer for a reported one million dollars, so she could live out her days in the house she'd lived in for 42 years. Back story here. She died two days ago, and as expected, there was a makeshift memorial in front of her place.
Further down the Burke Gilman trail, I came upon this site:
The Fremont Solstice parade is this weekend and the traditional belly dancer brigade was out practicing their routine. I love this town.
From there, I headed to the PI where T-Dog was waiting for me with a pitcher of Maritime IPA. After a few beers, my man Greg showed up unexpectedly and kept the party going into the evening.