When I came home the other day and told my husband I’d seen a pirate ship parked alongside the road, he suggested that perhaps I was enjoying writing Dash’s story a little too much. You know, spending all day writing about a pirate, then seeing them everywhere. He also said something about being in need of a life, but I ignored that part.
Now anywhere else in the world, I would have probably said the same thing. But I live in Seattle. Have my entire life, and if you are from Seattle, you know that as summer approaches the pirates come out. And I wasn’t seeing things. But I didn’t have my digital camera with me. The one day I don’t have it on me. I usually take it everywhere. I love documenting the kids and life, and you never know when the perfect blog pic is going to turn up parked alongside the street on the way to carpool. Believe me, there really was a pirate ship there. So after dinner that night, I went back up to school to get my pic, but alas the ship was gone. Out plundering, most likely.
You might be wondering why I am so adamantly insisting that there are pirates in Seattle. Well, because there are. Every kid of my generation had three loves growing up here: First and foremost: JP Patches. Then, Brakeman Bill. And finally, The Seafair Pirates. Yes, that’s right, I saw the legendary Moby Duck parked alongside the road, minus her infamous crew. It gave me a shiver and a thrill. As all good pirates should.
What have you seen lately?