From Jeffrey Zeldman:
Gunfire marked our first night in Seattle. Street warfare broke out when rival gangs spotted each other following an annual torchlight parade. Three teenagers were shot and a fourth was stabbed before police could penetrate the thick, panicky crowds to prevent further mayhem.
We were returning from a quiet dinner at Maximillien Bistro in the Market when citizens began running into us. Three shots rang out half a block away.
“Those were gun shots,” said a white man in a black ten gallon hat.
We made it to our hotel and heard the remaining shots and sirens through our window. National news services ignored the short-lived riot. The remainder of our trip was comparatively sedate.
Yikes. The restaurant he refrences is roughly ten blocks away from my apartment. This would have happened last Saturday night, probably in connection with all the various SeaFair stuff going on. What fun. And this is the first I’ve heard of it.
Of course, I probably was up at the Vogue when everything happened, but still…
Think of it as from our house to the things which happen in Mt. View or, better, N. Muldoon.
Love
Dad