I am back at the Seattle airport, behind security; my flight leaves in about two and a half hours. I have spotted several RSVP passengers; a few have Oosterdam tags on their carry-ons, a few have the ugly olive messenger bags we were all given (I have mine too), and a few – well, let’s just say the gaydar meter is off the scale. I am waiting another few minutes until the Qdoba Mexican Grill restaurant starts serving lunch, and then I will buy a vegetarian burrito to have for lunch on the plane. I already got a giant Diet Coke from Wendy’s because the tiny cup of coffee I had at breakfast (which was at 7am; it’s now 10am) was not enough. After I have acquired my burrito I will start making my way over to the south satellite terminal, which involves a short people mover ride.
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I thought this might be useful since you are speaking about something Seattle that has deep meaning to me.
Here’s a site that relates to what you are talking about it’s called Back to Seattle. it’s an ever growing movement designed to help people help people get back to Seattle and enjoy the life there.