Seattle’s BestPosted: April 9, 2008
Some stereotypes are impossible to overcome. I flew into Seattle yesterday for the Episcopal Communicators conference (I’m on the Board of Governors of Episcopal Life Media) and, true to form, it was overcast with a slight drizzle. Classic Seattle weather.
To continue my stereotyping of this city that I’d never been to, the the first thing I did when I got to my hotel was get a cup of coffee. It’s not hard to find a coffee shop around here — the home of Starbucks — I swear there are more coffee shops per capita than actual people. Throw a rock in some of these neighborhood like Fremont (which I didn’t actually do but thought about) and you’ll hit seven or eight java joints. I’m pretty sure there are more barristas living in Seattle than there are people employed at Boeing and Microsoft combined.
Following a meeting with the printing partners of Episcopal Life, I got a quick tour of the city with a native. No, I didn’t hold a seance and summon the ghost of Kurt Cobain. One of my oldest friends, Kevin Daniels, has lived out here for twelve years. Kevin and I have been friends since fourth grade and it was great to have dinner and catch up. Nothing beats the company of an old friend even when it’s damp and gray outside. Oh, and if you hate your job and need to update your resume, Kevin’s president of Northwest Resumes.
I’m looking forward to a good conference. This is my fourth one with this group and it’s one of the most creative and interesting assemblies of folks you’ll ever want to know. Most of them are diocesan communications directors and editors of their respective newspapers. I think it’s one of my favorite gatherings of the year because it’s mostly lay people; I’m one of the few token priests. Don’t get me wrong, I love my brothers and sisters in ordained ministry — but try being around them in large numbers with an open microphone. Oy. Wait, I think I just described diocesan convention.
Well, it’s 5:00 am here. The jet lag kicked in and there’s no way I can fall back asleep. Off to get a cup of coffee.