Sketched Nov. 1, 2013
Every November, as soon as we turn the clock back and it’s suddenly dark before 5 p.m., a case of early-winter blues strikes me. This year I took a preventive measure, though. I jumped aboard a Ducks tour for a dose of cheer that may last me through the season. Call it a flu shot for the soul.
The 90-minute excursion took me to familiar places — downtown, Pioneer Square and Fremont — and ended with a splash in Lake Union. But it was the entertainment, not the views of the city on a dreary day, that put me in a good mood. Capt. “Phlip Dover” (get it?) drove the amphibious truck while cracking jokes and swinging to the beat of James Brown’s “I Feel Good.” By the time we pulled over at Seattle Center, I was singing “Who Let the Dogs Out” and speaking to the Puerto Rican couple next to me as if I’d known them forever.
Capt. Phlip, who just earned his employee bobblehead for “quacking since 2009,” said that nothing beats being a tourist in your own city. At the end of the day, “You get to sleep in your own bed.”