-Nick, you are about to see a horrible, horrible thing.
-What's that Murray?
-People going to work.


So it goes. Time to wake up and smell the busses and the baked goods. My morning walk is a welcome change, however. I go through Seattle Center, where dawn breaks over the shiny Frank Gehry building and shines down on the bums digging through the garbage in the Fun Forest. I sail past the tempting cafes and luscious Top Pot donuts. Then suddenly there are a bunch of us hoofing it toward the center, getting ready to do whatever it is that we have to do all day. I'm trying not to overthink it.