Dear Tacoma..
How I am honored to be your friend, great Tacoma. You have for so long been only a city I traveled through via SR16, but in the past several years you and I, we’ve grown close.
Oh Tacoma: How I savor our nights we spend in the drizzle fo’ shizzle. Oh Tacoma: The thick aroma of your pulp mills is like the familiar sweetness of a lovers sweat..
Oh Tacoma, nestled ‘tween the Cascades and Olympics, with the beauty of the Thea Foss and prominence of one of the nations largest sea ports. In my eyes, your chief export is love. From the cobbled streets of Historic Stadium District, to the fine architecture of Old Town; from the bustle of 6th ave, to the hustlers on South Tacoma; From the hardwoods of the Parkway, to the shag of the World Famous Java Jive; let your justice and strength ring true like Karaoke at Jazz Bones. A city built divinely like the Kallipolis of Plato’s Republic; where both the proletariat and the bourgeois can share a Belgium ale, Burger Dip, and a sense of brotherhood.
I salute you, fine Tacoma: Godspeed, Cheers, and ‘Stay Classy..’
Zachary
Posted By: James
tacoma | | Jun 18, 2008
