There have been an "unusually high" number of deaths at the downtown jail this year, reported Paul Kiefer for PubliCola recently. The county is investigating the cause of death. Corrections Officers placed the 63-year-old in a holding cell, but minutes later noticed he had become unresponsive," reads the release. "Seattle police brought the man to the jail, where he was booked at 3:12 a.m.
It's the fifth death at the jail this year. Uber and Lyft are also taking off the masks.Īnother person dies after getting booked into the King County Jail: Earlier this morning, a 63-year-old man died at Harborview after the county booked him into its downtown facility, confirmed the county in a press release. King County Metro's siblings joined in the masklessness: "Eight Seattle-area transit agencies - Community Transit, Everett Transit, King County Metro, Kitsap Transit, Pierce Transit, Seattle Department of Transportation, Seattle Center Monorail and Sound Transit - said in a joint statement Tuesday that masks are now optional," reports David Kroman over at the Seattle Times. Blaze it! said my brain cells when they saw COVID enter the room. Why am I talking about sexy trees and dolphin breasts? Because I got infected with COVID last week and the brain fog makes every day feel like 4/20. While the weather gods teased excitement, we mostly got sunny skies and sexy trees. (Another line: "Men of the world / rejoice, it is no longer girly to own a calendar of dolphins.") Mutant dolphin breasts aside, I agree with Lockwood that dewy April is slutty. The poem starts with this alarming line, "What have we dumped in the ocean? All the dolphins have begun growing breasts," and it only grows more slippery and nipple-focused from there. Isn't April luscious? Of all the months, "it's the sluttiest one, April, all covered with droplets of spring." That line comes from Patricia Lockwood's poem Perfect Little Mouthfuls, which I recommend you read. Here's a picture of the sun I took from my window.