Ticket Stubs in Seattle

Plot and Duck are home, but with a resolve to learn more about the Pacific Northwest. B.C., Washington, the coasts of Oregon and Northern California -- it's time to expand the knowledge base to include the color deep green.

Yesterday morning Plottie got up to Isabella's room just on time -- later on, she ran out of hugs. But she still had one big juicy one in stock when he got there. By the time the others made it upstairs, Belly had her head covered up with a blanket and announced she was out but she might be getting some in later in the day. But then they went to the airport and back to Brooklyn.

Last night Plot, Duck and The Little Bear went to the Seattle Norths for a delicious dinner and a tour through J and J's old ticket stub collection. They save the stubs from all the concerts they go to. Probably half are from Yes, Styx or Santana. It's like discovering there's an Old Rock and Roll Cult meeting regularly in the family attic. They have even indoctrinated their poor, innocent children, who can go with their parents to see Jethro Tull and apparently enjoy it.

Seattle is another of those American cities in which it would be fun to spend a little time, and that time would be breakfast. Ooo, that coffee.