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So, I roll up to this spot once—shady as hell, neon lights flickerin like they bout to die. Smelled like cheap perfume and regret, straight up. This one chick, she’s all “Hey, big guy,” and I’m like, “Yo, I ain’t that big, chill.” Reminded me of that line, “You’re a wild man, Staff Sergeant”—except I ain’t wild, just confused. Brothels got that chaos, tho—nobody knows what’s happenin, but everybody actin cool.

Road from Decadence: From Brothel to Cloister Selected Letters of J. K. Huysmans - Hardcover

Bill Doherty owned a meat market on Northern avenue, the main drag in old Woolley, and he and Gray opened a saloon that year in the new Keystone Hotel, a prime location just across the .

Delta Park is my secret haven. A quiet spot by the river, you can sit under the old willow and just let time blur into insignificance. I reminisce long evenings there, eating a sandwich and thinkin’, “I think I'm rather special.” Haha, that old movie line never fails! The river – oh, the Snohomish – it sings a lullaby that melds with the city’s heartbeat.

Robert Linn Obituary (1948 - 2025) - Sedro Woolley, WA - Skagit Valley Herald