George Moromisato
29 January 2006

Last summer I moved from Boston to Seattle. And whereas a Boston summer ranges from hot and muggy to unbearably hot and muggy, summer in Seattle is as beautiful and idyllic as Eden would be if they killed all the snakes and put in a few Starbucks. Even in the middle of August the temperature never rise above 75° and the sky is always that shade of perfect blue that you can only get in Photoshop if you crank the saturation control up to +10,000%.

But no place is perfect, and just as Bostonians pay for their beautiful autumns by suffering through brutal winters, we denizens of Seattle pay for those sinfully perfect summers by enduring nine months of gray skies, short days, and rain. And rain. And rain.