A. and I go for a walk in Seward Park, typically one of the least Seattle-y places in Seattle. She makes frequent stops because 1) she’s pregnant (very Seattle) and 2) berries abound, making Seward Park prime territory for URBAN FORAGING (ultra-Seattle). Toward the end of the loop, which is taking us forever, two able-bodied dudes passing us notice A. rooting around the brambles. She is getting all the ripe stuff! They go up about fifteen feet, fiddle with some blackberries, and then loudly announce “Oh, the berries here are still about a week away.” MOST SEATTLE THING EVER!