Wait, this isn't about celebrating Seattle's maritime history?

Thursday: Snakes On a Plane. Exactly as planned. It was good to spend time with Morgann and Russ too. They make me happy.

Friday: Dinner at Casa D'Italia. Tasty. There are still leftovers in the fridge. And that port was super tasty too.

Saturday: Coffee and doughnuts from Top Pot in the a.m. Walking the length of Myrtle Edwards Park to check out HempFest with Lucas in the p.m. There were approximately a zillion people there.

One of the most interesting things about HempFest was the place it was held this year. Myrtle Edwards Park is a long, skinny snake of land tucked between the water and industrial buildings just north of downtown Seattle.

It used to be called Elliot Bay Park, but was renamed in 1976 in honor of Myrtle Edwards, a city councilwoman from 1955 to 1969, when her term was cut short by a fatal automobile accident.

Strangely enough, it wasn't the first park to bear her name in Seattle.

Edwards had championed a drive for the city to acquire a former gasification plant to turn into a waterfront park on Lake Union. It was named for her in 1969 after her death. However, her family was not pleased when it became apparent that the park would retain quite a bit of the former gas plant as industrial sculpture and asked that her name be removed from the park in 1972.

It is now known as Gas Works Park.

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The best part of the HempFest website is the FAQ, which includes this gem of a statement: "Hempfest is the worst place to attempt to buy or sell illegal substances of any kind. Please don't do it."

Aw, isn't that cute?


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Haley Joel Osment is eighteen. When did that happen?