by aaron | Jul 24, 2012 | Essays
When we had asked him his name he said, “Larry,” and he smiled with awkward excitement before adding, in a high pitched and self-amused giggle, “or Lorenzo if you’re in Italy.” We were not in Italy. We were in a park in Seattle, which is...
by aaron | Jul 2, 2012 | Essays
Generally speaking, our local news here in the Northwest is pretty tame: sometimes a baby Orca is spotted in the Sound or a kitty gets stuck in a tree, and local editors often have to make do with watery pablum about the new ferris wheel on the skyline or this...