Perry Como

I know I am going to date myself....but here goes anyway.



The bluest skies you've ever seen are in Seattle
And the hills the greenest green, in Seattle
Like a beautiful child, growing up, free an' wild
Full of hopes an' full of fears, full of laughter, full of tears
Full of dreams to last the years, in Seattle
. . . in Seattle

Perry (The singing barber) would roll over in his grave if he could see these pictures:





Thanks you Sarah for the updated pictures. These pictures were taken this past weekend when Seattle received another winter punch below the belt.

Tune in again my fine friends for another edition of "Now What Are They Doing?"