STEVEN WEISSMAN
Dear lifelong Seattleites: You people are the true essence of cool with your desert boots, slouchy hats on a hot day, and ready-for-any-season couture. I admire your ability to interject words like “chill” and “start-up” into every story. I admire your ability to climb Mount Si before you come into work every morning. What I do not admire is the never-ending Seattle briskness—or dare I say “freeze.” I’ve learned it’s not quite a freeze because you’ll let a new girl into the circle, but not until she’s danced around your gluten-free dinner parties for months…