It was a day like any other in Seattle. Overcast skies and condominiums were being built to block the view of the horizon. I was meeting my friend Melissa for coffee at a gas station turned cafe next to Taco Time in West Seattle. Old velvet furniture, gaudy framed pictures — it was a coffee place that was part Queen of England, part haunted house.
When she finally walked in, she immediately placed a 1970’s photo album on the table.