We’re going to spend the next few months re-dedicating ourselves to Olympia Monthly, and exploring what we're all about.
I left Brooklyn for California four months ago, which is long enough to get used to buying wine at the grocery store, but short enough that I still remember things like what a real bagel feels like (tough) and where to wait on the G platform (the middle) and when a true gentleman should sit down on the subway (never, according to my friend Tony). I miss all the obvious stuff: friends, taxis, foldable pizza. I knew those would hurt, and they do. But I didn’t know I’d miss clouds. (Image via pixabay.)
Sometime near the end of September, I started wondering if it was ever going to be cool again.
October is kind of nice: cheery and autumnal if you catch it at the right moment. Of course we love Libras and Halloween. But it’s easy (for us) to get stuck on the reasons we need to dress these days so prettily. (Image via Wikimedia Commons.)
My bike is a silver Suzuki (Metallic Mystic Silver, to be specific). I named her Roberta, and I love her.
