My sister wanted to be a more distant relative, so she moved to Spokane. The pixels have faded with the years, but the picture above is from the last time I remember being in Spokane, which was long before I knew who Sherman Alexie was. (My sister’s picture is from the same dammed river, but from some other dam spot.)Back in the olden days, before fossil fuels were even a twinkle in a green alga’s eye, I had to fly there to stand on a bridge and take this picture. Nowadays with all this global warming and nobody’s got free time, you don’t have to kick up all that dust. You can just plug in a link to your browser and see what Spokane looks like without ever leaving the comfort of your kitchen.
Time flies like a pterodactyl; fruit flies like a banana.
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http://californiagirl94303.blogspot.com/2008/05/then-and-now.html takes you closer to where you were standing.
I am a little tired from running back and forth on that bridge. That is cool.
What a long story, but a good one.
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