Yesterday a coworker changed the location of a meeting we were having to the 73rd floor of the Columbia Center, where we sometimes like to chat while looking out at the mountains, water, and buildings.
There's the north end of our Beacon Hill.
She wanted to watch the Blue Angels show. Here they are taking off from Boeing Field, right by my house.
Yes, I know this is a pep rally for the war machine.
But still I enjoy the show, the way I enjoy the grotesquely fattened livers of force-fed geese.
I know it's wrong.
But it's so lovely.