solo artists
While strolling into Tully's one day
It just wasn't the month of May; it was a cold, crisp day in December. I had just exited the 522 (that's the bus that goes from the Park 'n' Ride near our home directly to downtown Seattle) and entered Tully's at 4th Ave & Union St. I sat on a stool near a window watching the people hurry by, and was searching for my cell phone to contact Bob (we were meeting for lunch).
