I can think of maybe three people who read this blog that might understand the amusement factor of actually seeing the Edgewater Inn Motel…
Out
You go out
So far out
You do the Mud Shark, baby
Let’s say you were a travelling Rock and Roll band called the Vanilla Fudge
Across the street from the main Pike Place Market entrance is a little place next to the Russian bakery that sells Chinese Hum Bows (I probably spelled that wrong). They are the fluffy slightly sweet buns with meat filling. Good gracias! man! get some of those!
( miss them so!)
An’ I gathered up a generous mitten full of the deadly . . .
YELLOW SNOW
The deadly Yellow Snow from right there where the huskies go
Whereupon I proceeded to take that mitten full
Of the deadly Yellow Snow Crystals
And rub it all into his beady little eyes
With a vigorous circular motion
Hitherto unknown to the people on this area,
But destined to take the place of THE MUD SHARK
In your mythology
Here it goes now . . .
Aren’t you a little young to know anything about the Edgewater Inn Motel? I had thought these references would be vague at the very best. Shows my age.
The Edgewater is still there! Wow! Back in the day it was a place to see and be seen. Of course that was almost 50 years ago.