
I’m an IPA fan, but no thankyou to the grapey grapes. The name however, is pretty cool. Over the past 3 Saturdays en route to the Hugo House, as morning turned to afternoon I’ve had a stool at the bar at 1221 E Pike. You know I know you know where that is. Inside, there are various displays of large menu magnets from multiple beers of the past. I’ve had my eye on this one. On the 4th consecutive Saturday I’m visualizing a way that I can nonchalantly peel it off the wall and into my backpack. If it wasn’t 14” x 5” it would be a little easier.
In another grape ape sort of way I got my hands on these purple doohickies today. Jimmy John pointed out someone's scrap pile on Brooklyn Ave and I paused to peruse. The rest is history yet to be written. Taken out of context and put back in, in another sort-of-way way.


Once upon a time this clampy clamp was supporting blood transfusions at UWMC. Another some way some day it’s sitting in a junk pile on Brooklyn Ave. And then? No and then. And then? No and then. And then — twelve hours later it’s supporting a flower pot full of wildflowers in Rainier Beach. Who knew???
Bow Down to Washington. Mighty are the men who wear the Purple and the Gold…
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