When Good Luck Gary was in town last week we went to Gas Works Park to run Logan, my son. Logan is like a Greyhound, he needs to be run every day. Strangely though, he never tires like a Greyhound. I'll never understand. Anyway, the whole time we were there downbeat Reggae could be heard in the distance, which lent a neat vibe to the setting. Beautiful blue skied day, lots of people tossing the Frisbee and lounging, Reggae...pretty cool. So we're walking over by the giant old boilers and superchargers that used to run the gas plant, and here's where the music was coming from. I'm super glad Gary got a picture of the dude, as he was definitely deserving of having one snapped.
I fucking love Seattle.
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