A Story of Youth Gone Astray
• 09/04/24 at 02:20PM •Remembering the eighth grade at Emerson Grade School,
in Ranier Beach
I was in the eighth grade and my father was a partner in,
the Looking Glass tavern, on 45th Ave, in the UW district.
Located just a few blocks west of the Blue Moon Tavern.
The Blue Moon was the closest bar to the UW campus, after
World War II. It was a natural event for the returning GI's to
go there to quaff a beverage of choice. Usually a beer.
But I digress.
My father had brought home a few cases of some local beer. It was
in the basement. Probably Olympia or Ranier.
One evening, I borrowed, two bottles. One for me and one for my
friend. We lived a few blocks from Lake Washington.
My friend and I borrowed, (there's that word again), a rowboat,
moored at the foot of the hill, on Ranier Ave. We elected to row
across the lake towards Mercer Island, as we enjoyed our,
borrowed beer and rowboat.
We returned to the marina and left the borrowed rowboat, where
we found it. There was no mischief or property damage, of property,
except for the missing beer.
I'm sure my father knew, but in all his living days he never brought
it up. Of course, neither did I.