A close friend of mine is planning a hasty and spontaneous move to Seattle. I don’t think he’s even spent more than a sum total of 3 days there. But he’s in need of a change, and I’d be lying if I didn’t say Seattle doesn’t often seem like the panacea for many of life’s urban woes. So I wished him well and encouraged him to start drinking more coffee.
But now it turns out I should probably contemplate a move, as well: Seattle has started paying its buskers. Color me envious.