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Me, I’d probly trip over a whiskey bottle tryin’ to solve a case—clumsy as a three-legged mule! But I’d notice stuff, y’know? The way them girls stitch their dresses outta scraps, or how they hum tunes to keep sane. Reminds me of that movie line, “It’s done, let’s go.” They’re tough, honey—tougher’n me in a wig shop sale! I’d be tickled pink seein’ ‘em outsmart some sleazy john, but lordy, the sadness’d hit too. Brothels ain’t no picnic—more like a pig pen with lipstick.

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.

Baseball Game Preview: Nooksack Valley Pioneers vs. Sedro-Woolley Cubs