The View From Nathan's Bus

My favorite part of the 5 is the slight right onto northbound Fremont Avenue. You’ve just come all the way from West Seattle, through...

“Here is really shitty,” she said. It was an appraisal of frankness I wouldn’t have expected given her appearance—older than my parents’ generation, possibly much...

I used to see these two often. Neighborhood stalwarts both, who each single-handedly elevated the community. Solomon, from Ethiopia, a fifty-something jolly fellow who...

I remember being secretly excited, the two of us talking together on a midnight 41. Who started it? Probably him, but I was only...

“I think he's getting worse,” I said.“It couldn't get any worse than this,” Don snorted. “After this, there's just being dead!” We were talking about...

I forget her name, but I remember the enormous Barnes and Noble Booksellers that once stood here, inside the Starbucks of which she worked....

Northbound 4th and Royal Brougham, after hours. It’s always darker over here, a zone hidden in the open wastelands of industrial warehouses and vacant...

“Hey, it’s my guy!” I called out, with pleasant surprise. I only ever see him on the 7, on his way to the 107....