I very well know there are other more pressing things to talk about, so forgive me this digression. As soon as I’m done, you can resume watching today’s episode of As World the Burns.

So, let me begin with something that happened to me about a month ago at Peterson Bros. 1111, a Tacoma pub that the pop-rock band Encumclaw highly recommends. After completing a sandwich called The Brutus (deli meat, thick and grilled), I noticed something odd in the corner of my eye. On the table next to the one I shared with my partner sat three women who were clearly old friends (all were in their early 60s; all in clothes that make the transition from the middle years to the autumn ones comfortable); two were sharing gossip about someone who recently returned to the City of Destiny after a mysterious fiv

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