My uncle, Terry Pettus, has a park named after him in Seattle, not far from the houseboat on Lake Union where he lived most of his life. It's a very unprepossessing little place, just a few park benches, some terraces, and a pier. A nice couple was having coffee at one of the benches, with a goose attempting to beg pastry from them (to no avail). They were curious about me snapping photos of the place; I told them about Terry. They told me I looked like an independent filmmaker, which in a way, I suppose is true; maybe they thought I was location-scouting.
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