The house where Liz grew up and John and I stayed
The house where we stayed with Liz in the Mt Baker neighborhood looked east across Lake Washington. Breathtaking view out our windows for sunrise every morning.
John was checking out the sidewalk-performer-one-man-band-angel-winged-tambourine-jingle-accordion guy jumping around by the fish throwers. Impressive really. I believe John turned around right after I snapped this and said something like "That guy's a furreeeak!" Anyone who knew him can hear him say it and see his expression.
Here he is making one of his famous faces in front of the fresh flower vendors. The three of us wandered around the market checking out all the fresh produce, flowers, meats and fish, art, jewelry, tourist trinkets, pastries, etc. We were learning how the world of public markets works.
Pointing out the posted rules...because we all know how John felt about rules.
John climbing on the old gas plant structures that have been cleaned up, painted bright colors, and repurposed into a public park. I was too chicken. It's a long way down!
There he goes picking his nose in public again. I hated it when he did that.
Patrick worked part-time at Callison with me. I'd helped him with something, and as payment he gave me a gift certificate to the high end restaurant where he also worked. I held onto it until John came to visit, and we enjoyed a proper Pacific seafood meal together.
Crazy thing, a guy sat down next to me at the bar of a restaurant in Portland in 2009. We chatted for a long time before soemthing he said jolted me, and I asked him, "Is your name Patrick?" Yes, it was. The same. What a small world.
Yes, he's always been a nut.
Then...Cara and John in front of the Mt Baker house where Liz grew up.
Now...I'm back in the old neighborhood remembering fun times andstellar views with my brother.
Then...Cara and Liz in front of the house where she grew up.
Now...Liz's mom sold the house several years ago and moved into a condo. The new owners make improvements.
Then...John checking out the crazy one-man-band sidewalk performer.
Now...The entertainment just isn't the same. Boring ol' guitar player.
Sporting John's memorial biker patch at Pike Place Market.
Then...John made faces as Liz pondered which flowers work best. White columns.
Now...So many flowers have come and gone since then. Green columns.
Pike Place is so alive and full of all sorts of people and things to look at, smell, eat, touch. It was John's first.
From wings to wheelchair.
Then...John climbed around up there like a little monkey. I was chicken.
Now...I can't see John, but I know he's there. I'm no longer chicken, it was REALLY cold and windy.
Then...The thing to do was to pick the Troll's nose.
Now...The thing to do is to pick the Troll's nose.
Then...John and I watching the sunset over Puget Sound. Warm, pink, orange.
Now...I'm watching the clouds gather over Puget Sound. Cold, blue, grey.
Then...John enjoying a beer with his sunset.
Then...John and me lying down and watching the sun set at our feet.
Now...Me with John's ashes, watching another sunset of a different kind.