I'm sitting in Red Square checking my email. Fighter jets are flying overhead and a large pack of little kids are sprinting across the plaza. Their chaperone is yelling, telling the stragglers to run.
Am I the only one that finds Seafair a little creepy?
... and now, in the Suzzallo reading room, a guy is quietly strumming his guitar.
later, I leave, stop at the new Turrell installation, go to Solstice, and realize that I left a folder full of papers in the library. I leave, run into Fred/Kenneth who thinks my Honeymoon Moblie Home Park (Dunedin, Florida) shirt is a work uniform, and find the folder where I left it.