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February 4, 2003
Shorts and fur jackets; boots and bare legs; sweaters and sunroofs. Seattle blows hot and cold on a sunny afternoon in early February.

Back at CafĂ© Diablo, I overhear a woman with a baby on her lap describe a vicious baseball bat beating that sounds like a Sopranos episode. Turns out she witnessed it a few blocks from where we sit… Everyone locks everything, chooses the walking route from parking spot to restaurant with fear in mind and assures me that it really is that dangerous.

Nice weather, but I would hate having to get used to being so careful.