The sight of a girl getting her socks wet or messy or muddy is a wonderful sight, probably the most beautiful sight imaginable for as far back as I can remember. I can't recall a time when it didn't carry me to a better world or fill me with a sweet...

In the spring of '78 my girlfriend and I got an apartment together in Seattle, in a small hill-like neighborhood just east of Seattle-Tacoma International Airport. The building frenzy that has engulfed Seattle in the third millennium had already be...