Dawn Eden's VisitWell, Dawn has come and gone and we had a jolly time while she was here. I managed to screw up meeting her at the airport and so, when I didn't turn up where she was waiting, she sensibly called
Fr. Phil Bloom, who came to her rescue. (Rescuing damsels in distress is par for the course for one of the best priests in Seattle.) Eventually (after getting lost down in Tukwila somewhere) I found my way to Fr. Phil's parish out in West Seattle (
Holy Family) and we caught up with each other.
Then it was off to the Chesterton Guest Speaker dinner (a happy custom of the Chesterton Society) where she got a little taste of Seattle seafood cuisine at Anthony's, near Shilshole. After that, we zipped off to Seattle Pacific University and Dawn talked with the crowd from 7:30 till around 9:00. It would have gone longer cuz there were plenty more questions, but the pizza was cooling down and we didn't want to starve the student more than they are normally starved. I thought it went very well and so did Dawn.
Happily, Fr. Sean Raftis (a terrific Jesuit from Seattle University whom I had the pleasure of meeting) was heading south after the gig, so he kindly gave Dawn a ride home.
Next day, we went to lunch (more seafood! yay!) down at Ivar's on the waterfront with Fr. Sean and Fr. Phil. We all got to know each other a bit better (I know Fr. Phil, but didn't know Fr. Steve at all and everybody was still meeting Dawn.)
Then on Saturday, the Beloved Cow and my daughter-in-law Tasha (who is married to Luke, not Cow, lest you get confused) mosied off with me around 9 AM and we took Dawn on the Nickel Tour of Seattle. Nickel Tours are my speciality!
As it happened, out of the various places you can go on a gorgeous May morning in Seattle, Dawn made the sensible choice of the
Pike Place Market, which is a good place for getting a huge dose of Seattle culture, as well as your choice of practically any breakfast you could want. She wanted both, so we snagged a baguette and then wandered the Market, watching the fishmongers, and the guys with pet cockatoos, and the jewelry sellers, and the bikers, Goths, duffers, tourists, locals, and everybody in the world savoring a very fine morning.
Dawn and Tasha discovered the Bathroom from Hell, with stall that have only half-doors so that (up aide) they are inconvenient for drug users and (down side) everybody in the world who is female can watch you do your business. Dawn said it was something she'd actually had nightmares about in the past. I don't know what that means. Analyze it as you will.
After that, we met Dave the Cool Bookstore Guy, who explained to us why the Bathrooms from Hell were designed as they were in a sort of strange vaguely Middle Eastern accent. He looked to be of Arab descent and when we asked where he was from he explained he was from mysterious land older than Time Itself. We all said, "Oooooooh!" Then he reverted to the flat tones of Washington and said, "Actually, I'm from Seattle but I suffer from multiple accent disorder." We were impressed.
We wandered down to Golden Age Collectible, where kids transition into libido-driven adolescents without using a clutch (since all the memorabilia was either comics/Star Wars/scifi stuff with a PG rating, or else rather nasty titillation for overblown and hypersexualized adolescent.

After that, the women did girly girl stuff like buy scarves while we looked at various geegaw and trinkets. Then we wandered down to the park north of the Market and took a couple of photos (one of which you see here!)
Then it was time to head back to the house, which we did after the hike up the 45 degree angle hill from the Market to our car.
Jan was having a lovely morning, meanwhile, puttering about the garden while the two younger guys were on Scout campout (a whole 'nother story). When we got back to the house around noon she whipped up a salad (Crab! More seafood! Yay!) and we savored the goodness of it all! We hung around the house till around 2:00 chatting. Dawn had this brainwave for a "Theology on Tap" sort of coffee house which I hope she follows up on. Then, as Dawn had a TV interview with an Australian morning show (Sunday morning in Sydney is 3:00 PM Saturday in Seattle), we prayed for her and drove with her (Tasha, Cow and I) down to the KOMO studio where, as I hoped, they let us all come up to the production booth to watch her shoot her live satellite feed).
The tech guy there was great. He's a Korean (I think)-American named Billy Oh. Long pony tail. Easy-going, friendly, Seattle Art Institute grad who also studied media stuff down in California. He was very interested in the fact that Luke is studying animation and said there were lots of jobs for animators (good to hear!). Dawn did the interview and did very well. It was a friendly interview, but when it was over the Aussie interviewer on the other hand was overheard to say something like, "Oooookayyyyy! Well! Moving right along...."
Heh! Nothing is more delightfully counter-cultural than simply living as a faithful Catholic. You get all the fun of belonging to a subversive counter-insurgency without any of the weird diseases, nasty power grabs, destructive egoism, or bizarre philosophy. In the words of Chesterton: Break the conventions! Keep the Commandments!

Billy was very intrigued by Dawn's presentation (turns out he's Catholic). And since he liked us, he took us round to various other sets in the studio. So we got to take cool pictures like this one (which is sort of the Mission Control Brain Center for KOMO).

Cooler still though, was this.
All in all, a fine weekend!
I'm Mark Shea, reporting from Seattle.