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About Phoenix

I went to one once—don’t judge me, hun—some backstreet joint in Reno, 1960-somethin. Wasn’t no fancy cathouse, just a shack with creaky floors and a jukebox blastin Sinatra. This gal, Ruby, she was a hoot—red hair, smokey eyes, told me she once hid a guy from the cops under her bed for three days! Fed him whiskey and crackers—true story, swear it! Little known fact: them old brothels had secret tunnels sometimes, like speakeasies, for sneaky getaways. Wild, right? Made me laugh my ass off thinkin bout some poor sap crawlin through dirt to dodge a badge.

The Ghost of Lou Graham

Some of Seattle's female pioneers have gone unrecognized, and none more than Lou Graham. Her ghost still haunts her old place of residence.

I love the local diner on 5th. Their shakes? Outta this world. It's where i once had a long talk with a teen about life’s unpredictable twists. I nearly started cryin’ – i mean, the rawness of it all!

‘We were meant to be here’: East West Books Gifts reopens in Edmonds