flipped what seemed like dozens of switches on the control panel. Two minutes later, the new backup generators were off and KMPR was back on public power.
*
Just south of the San Juan Islands, a pod of Orca whales abruptly turned and headed into the Strait of Juan de Fuca toward the open sea. At the same time, the Victoria Clipper sailed past a Port Townsend Lighthouse and started for Vancouver Island. In Everett, two police officers parked their cars outside a restaurant and went inside for coffee.
Just north of the Snohomish County line in Mountlake Terrace, an eight-year old boy in a little league baseball uniform wound up to throw a pitch. On the 405 freeway heading south, a drunken motorist in a station wagon quickly changed lanes without signaling for the third time. Just out of sight, a family of six lounged on the deck of their cabin cruiser on the waters of Lake Washington.
South of Seattle, soldiers marched across an open field at Fort Lewis while at McCord Air Force Base, pilots climbed out of cockpits on the runway. Nearby, the California Zephyr whizzed through Fife on its way north.
In Federal Way, thousands of kids with half as many parents played in swimming pools, rode amusement rides or slid down tall water slides. At Boeing field, a new 777 made a perfect landing, successfully completing its maiden flight. On Seattle's waterfront, a half filled ferry blasted its horn, and then pulled away from the dock.
At the Seattle Center, children frolicked in the water fountain or paused to count the state flags in the Flag Pavilion. On the second level of the Center House, whole families boarded the Monorail and prepared for the three-minute ride to the heart of downtown. Others paid the price, and then climbed into glass-encased elevators for the lift to the top of the Space Needle.
In the southbound lane of the short I-5 tunnel under the Convention Center, none of the Saturday drivers noticed when three small yellow tiles popped off the western wall.
Seventy-six year old Morgan Toliver stood in his living room window and waved good-bye to his five-year old great-grandson. For no apparent reason, the lower left hand corner of his window suddenly cracked.
On a wide window ledge of a third story apartment house built in 1932, a faded red brick set in old gray mortar slipped a full inch out of place.
And Spook was spooked again. This time, the dog whimpered and pawed on Katie Moore's kitchen door until she let him out. Befuddled, Katie stepped outside to watch. Spook raced to the back fence, abruptly stopped, lifted a paw and whimpered -- this time louder. Just as abruptly, he turned and darted back to her. At her feet, he quickly jumped into the air, and then he was off again, speeding toward the back fence.
"What on earth has gotten into you?" Katie muttered.
In the bathroom of her expensive home facing Lake Washington, Silvia Graham applied lipstick to her top and bottom lips, and then rubbed them together. She put the cap back on and tossed the lipstick tube in her bag. But just as she was about to leave, she noticed movement. When she glanced down, the water in the toilet bowl was rippling.
*
Any other time, Seely would have marveled at the speed of the express elevator. But now, it seemed painfully slow. "Come on!" she nearly shouted. At the thirty-seventh floor, the elevator slowed to normal, passing each level at a snail's pace. The necklace still in her right hand, she deliberately took a long, slow breath. "Calm down old girl, this could be a false alarm." But as soon as the door opened, she dropped the necklace back in place and flew out. She ran down the center corridor, dashed through the kitchenette, burst into the main room, and shouted, "Everybody, go home now!"
Three desks back, Pat Timberly peeked over a mountain of printed reports. "Just gotta run these off, then I'm done."
Seely quickly made her way across the room, "No, you have to go now!" She darted across the hall and into her
*
Just south of the San Juan Islands, a pod of Orca whales abruptly turned and headed into the Strait of Juan de Fuca toward the open sea. At the same time, the Victoria Clipper sailed past a Port Townsend Lighthouse and started for Vancouver Island. In Everett, two police officers parked their cars outside a restaurant and went inside for coffee.
Just north of the Snohomish County line in Mountlake Terrace, an eight-year old boy in a little league baseball uniform wound up to throw a pitch. On the 405 freeway heading south, a drunken motorist in a station wagon quickly changed lanes without signaling for the third time. Just out of sight, a family of six lounged on the deck of their cabin cruiser on the waters of Lake Washington.
South of Seattle, soldiers marched across an open field at Fort Lewis while at McCord Air Force Base, pilots climbed out of cockpits on the runway. Nearby, the California Zephyr whizzed through Fife on its way north.
In Federal Way, thousands of kids with half as many parents played in swimming pools, rode amusement rides or slid down tall water slides. At Boeing field, a new 777 made a perfect landing, successfully completing its maiden flight. On Seattle's waterfront, a half filled ferry blasted its horn, and then pulled away from the dock.
At the Seattle Center, children frolicked in the water fountain or paused to count the state flags in the Flag Pavilion. On the second level of the Center House, whole families boarded the Monorail and prepared for the three-minute ride to the heart of downtown. Others paid the price, and then climbed into glass-encased elevators for the lift to the top of the Space Needle.
In the southbound lane of the short I-5 tunnel under the Convention Center, none of the Saturday drivers noticed when three small yellow tiles popped off the western wall.
Seventy-six year old Morgan Toliver stood in his living room window and waved good-bye to his five-year old great-grandson. For no apparent reason, the lower left hand corner of his window suddenly cracked.
On a wide window ledge of a third story apartment house built in 1932, a faded red brick set in old gray mortar slipped a full inch out of place.
And Spook was spooked again. This time, the dog whimpered and pawed on Katie Moore's kitchen door until she let him out. Befuddled, Katie stepped outside to watch. Spook raced to the back fence, abruptly stopped, lifted a paw and whimpered -- this time louder. Just as abruptly, he turned and darted back to her. At her feet, he quickly jumped into the air, and then he was off again, speeding toward the back fence.
"What on earth has gotten into you?" Katie muttered.
In the bathroom of her expensive home facing Lake Washington, Silvia Graham applied lipstick to her top and bottom lips, and then rubbed them together. She put the cap back on and tossed the lipstick tube in her bag. But just as she was about to leave, she noticed movement. When she glanced down, the water in the toilet bowl was rippling.
*
Any other time, Seely would have marveled at the speed of the express elevator. But now, it seemed painfully slow. "Come on!" she nearly shouted. At the thirty-seventh floor, the elevator slowed to normal, passing each level at a snail's pace. The necklace still in her right hand, she deliberately took a long, slow breath. "Calm down old girl, this could be a false alarm." But as soon as the door opened, she dropped the necklace back in place and flew out. She ran down the center corridor, dashed through the kitchenette, burst into the main room, and shouted, "Everybody, go home now!"
Three desks back, Pat Timberly peeked over a mountain of printed reports. "Just gotta run these off, then I'm done."
Seely quickly made her way across the room, "No, you have to go now!" She darted across the hall and into her
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