"Arriving dead-tired in mid-August
I found it enshrouded in fog
And covered all over with tourists
Thick as hair on the back of a dog"

But the view of Lake Union is beautiful in any weather (ever see a canoe with running lights?). And I must be careful, because my car sports a California license plate and I'm tired of saying plaintively, "But I was born here!"

Charley, I, and my father will be sailing the lake tomorrow afternoon, wind or no wind, and there remain only three days to the party at Stewart's. I'm looking forward to meeting him and Don.