The drive from Tacoma to Seattle is short. We make it last four hours thanks to a stop in Federal Way for lunch with a friend.
Brandon Isleib and I used to write for Hardball
Times. We've spent a lot of time discussing baseball with each
other, as well as another common interest, music.
He is a fellow composer
and musician, so we end up talking about geeky stuff like time
signatures. Brandon also writes about Magic the Gathering, another
geeky pastime I would lose myself in if I gave it the
Our friendship has thrived in virtual realms for years. Until now,
though, we have never met in person.
Sandra and I swing by Brandon's place, and he guides us to Pac
Island Grill, which serves real Hawaiian plate lunches. We spend
the next two hours and change snarfing a steady stream of grilled
meats punctuated by the occasional starchy item.
The food is broke
da mouth good, albeit not as good as the company. Our conversation
is of no consequence to anyone other than ourselves. It is the best
kind of conversation.
Later, when we drop Brandon off, we meet his wife. Amber is a huge
fan, which helps when I cannot remember the name of one of that
It came up at lunch for reasons forgotten. When I describe him to
her, she immediately recognizes him as Simon Escher, played by the
exquisitely creepy Garret
Dillahunt, who also has a B.A. in journalism from the nearby
University of Washington.
Now I don't have to think about that anymore. Amber has relieved
me of a great burden. Now I can concentrate on the short drive north.