Tuesday morning, my father and I toured west Seattle. It’s inner harbor has Seattle’s port. The cranes offloading the container ships are enormous and powerful. It excites the construction-kid in me.

Later, I took my dad around the neighborhood. Partly to see the art, partly for an afternoon coffee and partly to see how well he can walk on hills. He handed the hills well, even though we did have to pause a few times.

Tuesday evening our luggage made its way back to us.