Hey baby, I hear the blues a-callin'. Tossed salad and scrambled eggs...

Ok People, I'm outa here for awhile...but I might pop up here, here, or maybe even here, who knows!

But before I do, here's a little Seattle story for you. I was actually at the Seattle Worlds Fair in 1965. What perfect timing! Ok, I was only 4 years old, but I remember being there, and winning this little porcelain black panther. Why was the fair still open three years after it debuted? I have no idea...but I was there, I swear it!

Ok, so here's the other thing that happened there....my sister and brother and I were staying in a big hotel with my mom, because we were in the process of moving to Alaska. So, there I am, clutching my little black panther that I had just won, on our way up to our room. The elevator doors open and I step in. The elevator doors close. But...wait! Mommmmm? Jeanne? Jimmy? Where is my mommyyyyyyyy???? Where are my siblings?

Then I glance at the elevator buttons, there must've been 500 of them lit up! I have no idea what floor we are staying on. Heck! I barely know what an elevator is! Just then the door opens, and I step out into this enormous hallway, red carpet, red walls, huge paintings with tacky gold frames. What th'?

So there I am, 4 1/2 years old, standing there, all alone, petrified, red curtains, carpet, walls and everything. Then a man approached me and asked me if I needed help. Now fortunately, in those days, a kid could still get lost without ending up on the back of a milk carton. This nice man took my hand, and back into the elevator, and when the doors opened on the lobby, there was my mom, and a slew of hotel employees all set to search for me. Boy, was I relieved!
And that is my earliest memory of Seattle! See you all when I get back!





The Blob


A very blobby elephant sign.


Big, red and blobbity!


Total blobby!


Double gigantic blobaliciousness!

Ok, what's the deal with Seattle and big blobby things?

Leave me some love notes! Bye everyone!