How weird it is to be back in Seattle after forty years and stranger still, have dinner in the Space Needle after forty-nine years! My family drove out in 1962 and we splurged on a meal up in the needle. It is exactly as I remember it, except for the new elevators. It also moves a little faster than I recall but it is as magical as ever. What a concept: Silently moving while eating and enjoying the panorama of this beautiful city. And the food was really good. A lovely mixed greens salad, very rare and tasty tuna, and a nice Oregon second label wine. Three and one half revolutions later we had an explosive Vesuvian ice cream treat, supposedly the gift of our hotel concierge, Lucy.
