Seattle has an hourglass figure. It is squeezed in the middle by two major bodies of water
making east-west traffic a major problem and at rush hour easily comes to a
complete stop like a blocked artery.
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I was invited to dinner on Capital Hill normally a 12-minute bus
ride from my house, but last evening turned into an nightmare of
jammed busses, stagnate traffic, no air conditioning and cranky passengers.
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Once downtown I caught a very crowded #10 and a sweet young
gang member offered me his seat. I
am always surprised by the courtesy of some young people. No air conditioning was
on but I was right under an overhead hatch that had been popped to let in fresh
air.
It only took an hour and a half to reach my destination and
fortunately I was not the last guest to arrive. An ice cold Margarita was a welcomed beverage for a weary
traveler.