
In 1994 my Beau and I crossed the Cascades in Old Blue, the pick-up Fil (my father-in-law) donated for our cause. Theatrically enclined we sang about the bluest skies we’d ever see in Seattle, where once upon a time seven brides found seven bros. Hailing from the European Lowlands, my greatest wish was to live there where the mountains meet the ocean. Settling for, and in the foothills, in the city on the bay comes pretty close to having my wish fulfilled.