This afternoon I get on a plane for Seattle. It’s a work trip, but I always get excited to go there, because it is one of my favorite cities, in a part of the world that remains magical to me. It is a quick trip, and I don’t expect to do much more than catch a Mariners game (which I’m excited for, because after seeing many games in the 90s in the late, great Kingdome I’ve never been to the new stadium), but it will still be good to breathe that air. The work will be done in Renton, which is the city I lived in when we first moved to Seattle to be rock stars back in 1986. I have many, many memories tied up with that place.
When I return Wednesday night, I have but one day in the office and then Julia and I are blasting off to visit the Little Big Horn Battlefield on Friday, a place I’ve always wanted to visit. A day there, then a day fishing the Yellowstone River near Livingston, MT, then home. I am looking forward to the road trip, the sights, the experiences.
I’m grateful for weeks like this.