I miss my old home in Seattle sometimes.
I especially miss the first years I lived there, from 1989-1994 — when Seattle changed from “You’re moving where?” to “Man, that’s so cool! Seattle seems so great!”
Nothing defines that time period more than the emergence of grunge. And no one captured that eos like Nirvana.
So, today…as I cast this Kurt Cobain biography on to the RID pile, I think of what was….
And in me.