Tuesday Morning

Once in line for the passenger ferry to Seattle, I could hear conversations about the event all around.  Meeting up with two ferry friends, we started to collect stories from each other.  Susan, a regular passenger ferry commuter who worked in the I.T. Department at a hospital downtown, had a cell phone with a news headlines service; it was a newer service at the time and not many people had it.  When she shouted out an update, those immediately around us would hush to listen.  While we waited on that cold dock for the boat to load she shouted out,

Good Egg

Seattle, 1987 an old stone church somewhere around Capitol Hill: I woke up.  My first job out of high school I worked as a freelance television production field assistant for David, a producer who had, what was called, “an account” with CNN.  David had a working relationship with the network to provide feature stories fromContinue reading “Good Egg”