I’m in the mood to reanimate one of my long-dead rants: The public toilet tirade.
When it comes to public amenities of any kind, Seattle is insane. “What? Amenities? Will we have to share them with homeless people or undeserving tourists?”
I’m really old. “How old are you, Wes?” you ask.
I’m so old, I remember a public toilet in Seattle. I also remember public benches you could stretch out on that weren’t in dedicated playgrounds for the rich like South Lake Union. I remember public water fountains that actually worked, built on sidewalks.