Nathan Vass

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Nathan Vass is an artist, filmmaker, photographer, and author by day, and a Metro bus driver by night, where his community-building work has been showcased on TED, NPR, The Seattle Times, KING 5 and landed him a spot on Seattle Magazine’s 2018 list of the 35 Most Influential People in Seattle. He has shown in over forty photography shows is also the director of nine films, six of which have shown at festivals, and one of which premiered at Henry Art Gallery. His book, The Lines That Make Us, is a Seattle bestseller and 2019 WA State Book Awards finalist.
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I haven't heard the interview, so this will be nearly as much a surprise to me as it will be to you. All I know is Gabriel,...
Do I show up in his dreams, as he has in mine?
In my life he began as a recurring face in my periphery, one of those men who lay about the Fifth and Jackson plaza. The guy with the shorts. An hour, a month, a week: they're there, sidestepping...
Really trim, this young out-of-towner. Svelte would be the word. She tossed her hair to one side and listened as I answered her question.
"Yeah, so it's divided into three parts," I was saying. "There's Chinatown, Japantown, and Vietnamtown, and Chinatown has the stuff that stays open the longest."
"So the...
It seemed remiss of me not to at least ask.
"How's he doin' out there? He's doin' okay?" He didn't look it, that's for sure, laid out on the sidewalk as he was, facing the heavens, maybe twitching a little, a crowd gathering round. A skinny, bearded mass, sprawled out...
"A nice dress shirt," Leroy said. "And jeans."
I looked at him over the top of my glasses. The Skeptical Dad look.
"Jeans? Are you sure?"
"Yeah."
"Khakis, my friend!"
Okay, I'll admit it. I was being a Dad. Sorry, Leroy. Bear with me here.
He was going in for a business meeting the next...
"Hey, he's smoking crack! You need to get off!"
That's the African man seated across from them, noticing something amiss. Crack cocaine has no odor, but this fellow is primed to pay attention; he's a nighttime security guard on his way to start a shift, already slipping into observant work...
I was recently telling a supervisor friend about an unpleasant incident. I don't talk often about unpleasant incidents, for reasons outlined elsewhere, but they happen. No matter how nice you are, there will be a couple days out of the year that are exceptionally challenging, and this incident was...
The 107 frequency is better than it used to be, but at the time of this story it was catastrophically awful. Hourly after seven or eight p.m., depending on the day of the week? What gives? The 7, which is fifteen-minute service 'til midnight, blows it out of the...