from seattle: it shouldn't be possible to spell alcohol without little e

I'm here in Seattle to give a talk in the sociology department. They offered to put me up in a hotel, but I opted to stay instead on an air mattress on the floor of my pal e's apartment.



In any event, it was wonderful staying with e. I was happy from the moment I walked in her front door and discovered that the very first thing one sees upon entering her place are the rows and rows of bottles on her liquor cabinet. It can be so comforting to get these little reminders that even though all of us old friends are aging and changing, some things ever remain the same: