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I miss the Bubbleator in the Seattle Center House. And there was this spooky shop in the basement of the Center House--something like "Madame 's House of Mystery." Wish I could go back and check out that place as an adult. It was irresistibly creepy when I was a kid. Of course, that was back in the 70s. Um, like, 40 years ago.

"Condoms, not condos"?

Shootin' pool and buying pitchers at the Sloop! Brings back memories...

True, dat.

How will we find our way around the city without landmarks?

I'd still be standing there, waiting for the other shoe to drop.

To this day, I miss Scott Hall. A fun, warm-hearted guy. I learned to climb with him, and Jimmy Hinkhouse was on the first alpine climb I led, Ingalls in the Stuart range. It was so hard to accept that they were just--gone. The two of them, and Thomas Downey, who I didn't know, died that spring while climbing the West Buttress. IIRC, it appeared that they climbed into a crevasse to wait out a storm, and were buried by snow or glacier debris.

"It depends on what the meaning of the word 'is' is. If the--if he--if 'is' means is and never has been, that is not--that is one thing. If it means there is none, that was a completely true statement....Now, if someone had asked me on that day, are you having any kind of sexual relations with Ms. Lewinsky, that is, asked me a question in the present tense, I would have said no. And it would have been completely true."

What will my boss say when she sees that? The offense, the offense.

So. Are you still glued to your couch?

in order of size, please

If you're married, you're probably taken for granted, though. You hit it right on the...er telescope?

We often take for granted people we love the most.

Just when you thought a thread was dead... Fully featured is hard to argue with. But Treetoad has a telescoping...er, what was it?