—François de La Rochefoucauld, 17th-century French writer and nobleman With everything on my plate, the last thing I should do was leave the shop. But what’s the point in hiring capable people if you can’t trust them to get along without you from time to time? And the spat with Tag had made me antsy. Arf and I wove our way through the Market and down Western to the parking garage under my building. That sounds grander than it is. The original three-story structure dates back nearly a century, with a loading dock trackside and warehouse space on the upper floors. Pittman Automotive operated streetside for decades, two stories up, servicing downtown delivery trucks. In the 1930s, another three stories were added. In the 1970s—that bleak era when Boeing went bust, urban removal threatened the Market, and a billboard blared WILL THE LAST PERSON LEAVING SEATTLE TURN OUT THE LIGHTS—the mechanic relocated and the warehouse emptied. Eventually, an antique shop—a favorite haunt of mine—opened below, and the upper floors were converted into lofts.
What do You think about Guilty As Cinnamon (2015)?
