Mind the Gaping Hole

Seattlest has some holes in our backyard. But we put them there, and we know what we want to do with them. In contrast, an article today in the Seattle Times delves into some more mysterious holes. No, not those kind. An entrance to the old Grand Ridge Mine up in the Issaquah Highlands is getting bigger at an alarming rate.

Like a stranger with candy, the increasingly more obvious entrance beckons you to take a few steps closer and investigate, but hopefully you hear your mother's voice in your head and stay on the damn trail.

Seriously, you could fall in because all the land around the mine is likely unstable, and that would suck. Hikers and mountain bikers should stick to the trail unless you want to be on the 6 o'clock news while the local firefighters try to get the jaws of life down there for you.

But what Seattlest really likes about this little ditty in today's paper is how it devolves towards the end into a series of putatively unrelated sentences, each separated as its own paragraph.

Like someone wrote it in a hurry.

Maybe an editor took a hatchet to it.

"Where's the proof-reader?" I asked myself.

Everyone was out getting some coffee or something.