Well, this makes me sad. The Hurricane Café, located in Seattle, Washington, is going to be torn down. Amazon has bought the block that this restaurant and bar is located on.
I used to go to Seattle a lot. It was where my twin brother lived the last few years of his life. The last time I was there, I stayed in a motel which was right across the street from The Hurricane Café. One night I went over to have a drink and the rest, as they say or actually I’m saying, is history.
It turned out to be a little adventure. Went I got back to my motel room, I made some notes and those notes tuned into a CityBeat column called “Sex, Lies and Twelve-Egg Omelets.” While it started out as a column, it was really more of a story and it found its way into my book called Signed, Sealed and Delivered: Stories.
Still, I wasn’t done with The Hurricane Café. A writer friend who liked my story about it suggested to me that there was probably more to be told—that I could get more out of it. He was right. I tuned that short story into my first novel which was released last spring. It was, of course, entitled The Hurricane Café.
Oddly enough, both books can be purchased through Amazon.
I don’t think this is giving away any major plots in the book, but in the novel, there is a plan to have The Hurricane Café torn down. It was fiction. Now that fiction is turning into reality.
The Hurricane Café has been very good to me and, again, I’m sad that it’s going away. I more than likely will never get to go inside it again. Nothing stays the same, but I’m glad to have had that little adventure there. I’ll never forget it.
I’ll be back on Thursday.
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