Nick Kirsch

Not Sunny in Seattle

Last week I learned my best friend, who has spent the last fifteen years within a few minutes walk, is moving south. Not only him, but his wife, his children, and every unique combination I - and my family - have been so lucky to spend so much time with. I know that, due to the marvels of modern life, he’s but a call away - and yet, I also know those interactions are likely a poor substitute for what we’ve had.

Happy 15th, Jerry!

On May 1st, 2006, I got the call. Eriko said it was time, and so - it was time! I asked my brother to drive me home, a less than 10 minute jaunt up Queen Anne hill, and then Eriko and I were off to the hospital. She had selected a midwife who worked out of Evergreen in Kirkland, which left me with daily nightmares of being stuck in rush-hour traffic.


For the first time - in my career - I cancelled a vacation due to the demands of the job. It was to have been a solo affair, and thus all the dissapointment was felt only by one. Me.