Their jovial Nights, in frollicks and in play They pass, to drive the tedious Hours away: And their cold Stomachs with crown'd Goblets cheer, Of windy Cider, and of barmy Beer.

The enduring suspicion of some rural hinterlanders is that the Northwest’s precious environment, of mountains, forest, ocean, is merely an urban weekend amenity, to be saved from the local yokels by crusading Seattleites who recoil from the prospect of actually living in it.

The insurance company insists I get a referral from my regular doctor. I can't just go to the specialist; a GP has got to refer me.

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