It is cold out, real cold out. And two things happen when it is real cold out. 1. It is best to eat Italian food. Anyone who disagrees with that is entitled to thier own opinion. 2. The 35th Ave NE branch of FLS moves upstairs. Yes, I am above ground. I started out in the OVL and am not scared to admit that I couldn't take it, regardless of a formidable showing by the DeLonghi.

While passing the Asian, now Indian, Malt Liquor-Lottery-Cig- Porno-Deli a young man in the parking lot shouted something at me from his automobile. I couldn't quit hear him and gestured so. He then waved me off, but yet again attempted to speak to me. This happend twice more. I approached him and he asked how to get to Seattle. I gave him directions. He then inquired, "Are those your dogs?" and sped off.