Back in 2015 I wasn’t involved with Field Gulls yet and I had been at a writer’s residency in New York for the summer, then spent all of August in Pittsburgh helping my friend build an old Elk’s Lodge into a new bar/music venue/pizza place/event space. (Before you trash Pittsburgh—Pittsburgh?!—you should know that yes the Steelers fans are incorrigible but Pittsburgh, surrounded by mountains and with elegant waterways joining to create wildly varying elevations and intercept every view, is actually very pretty and rather a lot like Seattle—at least during the summertime.) That month I worked nonstop, caught poison ivy, got my heart broken again and rode a bicycle home through a huge gothic graveyard every night—typically after five in the morning.
If Chris Carson becomes another Thomas Rawls for the Seahawks, what will that make Thomas Rawls?
