An orange line train crashed by as I walked, trundling over a rickety-sounding bridge over the river. In fact, it reminded me of the clack-clack-clack of the ancient roller coaster cars at Paragon Park, which reigned in Hull from 1905 to 1985, up 'til my 14th year. Behind me a shopping mall bustled.
But the catbirds, and there were about a dozen of them, could not have cared less. They played among the sumac and the knotweed with the robins. The blue jays were there, too, but I don't think playing is a good verb for them. Mostly they bitch.
Across the water I spied a marina, with far too many boats sitting dockside for such a beautiful day. Is a boat ever worth the purchase? Can you ever really get your money's worth out of it? The double-crested cormorants and herring gulls flew by without monetary concerns.
By the time I wrapped up my walk, I came away with an unexpected smile. This small stretch of Everett, known recently for its horrible fire when a tanker truck crashed in 2007 and as the site where liquefied natural gas comes into the state, will now forever be known to me as the place where I took that nice walk in the waning days of the summer of 2011.
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