Dear Diary,
I'm sorry! Yes, I know this is days later than I thought it would be. It turns out the only kind of page the Blogger app can handle is a simple one like the first page in this set. It can't do headings at all, and while it allows photos, if you use more than a few, it trashes everything you've done the next time you leave the app to confirm something. Anyway, it's taken me until today to get to Wi-Fi and try again.
The motivation for this page can be illustrated by the place I'm writing from, the Northeast branch of the Seattle Public Library. If you're familiar with the building but haven't visited recently, see if you can figure out what's missing:
No? Well, here's a hint:
Those post holes are where a fancy bench in memory of Sahir Dibee, 1943-1998, was over the summer, and I would guess long before that. On that bench, this summer, one of my peers strongly preferred to sleep, and deeply resented my intrusions. I'm currently sitting on my blanket, on the concrete there. The simpler bench I sometimes slept on was to the left in the first photo.
I'm sure, if you asked, you'd be told the benches came out to accommodate the lines involved in what this branch misleadingly calls "curbside pickup". I devoutly hope, when those lines go away because the library re-opens, the benches return. If they don't, people will probably claim we homeless wrecked this porch for everyone. Well, look: this year, we've been allowed to sleep not only in parks, but under limited restrictions on the UW campus. How would we know the libraries would hold our use of an apparently new freedom against everyone? So I hope that doesn't happen, hope Sahir Dibee can long be honoured in the same place as before.
Anyway, this page begins my coverage of the rentable picnic shelters, and a couple more, in North Seattle, with just one, the only one genuinely near the UW.
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