I remember my first nachos in San Diego-- I was about 25. Old Town was a sweet, quaint place back then and a Mexican dinner seemed almost exotic. Certainly it was a splurge for us. Now we're sophisticated about international food and take it for granted, but some of the magic is gone.
Well, we can breathe again in Seattle. The smoke cleared out and within a few hours we went from purple dots to green. Rain today and the first snow falling in the high mountains. Winter knocking on the door.
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