The View From Nathan's Bus

I think he works at the bar down the street. A young man, perhaps mid-twenties, though his tattoos suggest the weight of history. The...

"How was your evening, Mister Ernie?" What ends up being formative? Do we know, in the moment? Sometimes it can be as fleeting as somebody's...

I imagine what irks people most about homeless populations, beyond safety considerations, is the idea that they aren't pulling their weight. Yes, it's annoying when...

  There is no entitlement in Devin. Among society's disadvantaged, some people act entitled precisely because they're not, trying to cover up for their bruised...

"I really like the artwork in this building." Sitting on the late night bus headed home, I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Our base...

  That's me in the picture above, at thirteen or fifteen years of age, sitting behind the wheel of a 4000 in the Atlantic Base...

On the afternoon 7, headed east on Jackson: "Hey," a young man in a hat said at Eighth Avenue. He had walked up to the...

  This interview very much falls under the "everything-you-always-wanted-to-but-were-afraid-to-ask" category. William Pennington interviews various local luminaries here in Seattle, and he's not afraid to go...