In the spirit of Seattle's founding fathers, this book is dedicated with warmest appreciation to the most important people in the world -- the men, women and children who buy it.
I'm sure there must have been somebody who participated in the construction of Seattle without first determining whether there was a buck in it for himself, but this book isn't about him.
Henry Yeller was a bastard ... but I hasten to add, not merely because of the accidental circumstance of his birth. .... Unlike the others, Henry not only was born to the title, he worked at earning it day after day and year after year with a greater degree of success over a longer period of time than anybody else.
The cause of death of the three men [who were lynched] is listed as: "Irate citizens."
As a result, they left us with an official historical heritage about as rich as a bowl of broth made from the shadow of a chicken.
Lou stood about five feet, two inches ... and at chest height, she was about three feet thick.
One of the problems that goes with being a good woman is that she has to have something good to do. Nowadays, all the goodness is being done by the federal government and the welfare agencies ... and all the good women in town tend to become alcoholics because they have nothing good to do.