Oh! What timber,....These trees...these forests of trees...
so enchain the sense of the beautiful that I linger on the
theme and am loth to depart. Forests in which you cannot ride
a horse...in which you cannot possibly recover game you have
shot without the help of a good retriever...forests into which
you cannot see, and which are almost dark under a bright midday
sun...such forests, containing firs, cedars, pine, spruce and
hemlock, envelop Puget Sound and cover a large part of the
Washington Territory, surpassing the woods of all the rest of
globe in the size, quantity and quality of the timber....
...monarchs to whom all worshipful men inevitably lift their
hats.
-- Samuel Wilkeson.....1869
What I do, first thing [in the morning], is I hop into the shower
stall. Then I hop right back out, because when I hopped in I landed
barefoot right on top of See Threepio, a little plastic robot character
from "Star Wars" whom my son, Robert, likes to pull the legs off of
while he showers....
