Viaducts

Living on the outskirts of Seattle you tend to hear a lot about what Seatleites, wearing their most fancy horn rimmed glasses and leather jackets, think about the issues - of which there are many. Now keep in mind that Seattle is, to the suburbanites, an impenitrable fortress that only the bravest of men dare to enter. And those men will probably be stabbed, leaving their wives and children alone in the cold, dark world in which we live. Or they'll die of old age in the eternal traffic jam (caused by a fender bender in 1932) on one of the two floating bridges. That's right, floating bridges.

Anywhoo - the current issue (other than the weather) is something called the "viaduct", which is a word that is very fun to say and even more fun to type. Using my above average deductive reasoning skills, I have been able to asertaine that this "viaduct" is some sort of two story road/bridge/thingy that the Seattle hepcats use whenever they need to get somewhere in a hurry, and it's in dire need of repair. Apparently Seatleites take their lives in their hands every time they drive on it and it could come crashing down any second now.

Now, some people want to rebuild the whole thing, while others think it should be burried undeground (at a crazy price to the taxpayers, if the news is to be believed - the cost of the war in Iraq would only cover the planning stage) and renamed the "tunnel".

I, apparently, fall into the latter category. But I don't think they're going far enough. I think they should bury the whole city underground, like that Isaac Asimov story about the underground town with the robots and the guys with filters in their nostrils. As anyone who's been to Seattle or seen an episode of Fraiser, will tell you - Seattle isn't very pretty. Seattle is the fat broad left behind at the bar...if the fat broad was a town...and the bar was the United States.