When my brother was visiting several weeks ago, I wanted to show you a picture from the front page of the PI, but I couldn’t find it! I consulted St. Anthony, and as ever, he came to my rescue, but he took his time about it. I had searched for the clipping high and low, and in all the reasonable places, but it seemed to be gone! Then, I opened a drawer, looking for something else (a camera case, I think!) and there it was, staring up at me. It was published many years ago, as part of a story on tourists in Seattle. We lived in California then, and were here for a visit to the Grandmothers. As my father – delighted at having his picture on the front page - happily pointed out later, since that both my parents grew up here, and I was born here, we hardly counted as tourists. And he had worked for the PI years before. But he didn’t tell the newspaper man that at the time, lest we be disqualified. And why wasn’t my mother enjoying the Market with us, you may ask? Her idea of a good time in the big city was shopping, so I am sure she was up the street at Fredrick’s or I. Magnin’s. My idea of a good time, was avoiding shopping with my mother, and this day, at least, I succeed.
PS. Wasn't Frank adorable? He still is, as you can see.
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