Comments on Bus Stop to Reopen This Summer?

Sweet! Santarchy will be glad to raise havoc and let cry the gods of raw at the Bus Stop!

Finally I will have somewhere to hang out again.

Fuck yeah :D

No bus stop.

Best news I've had all year. I will be there. Congrats, folks and thanks for making it happen!

A gold bar shaft of sunlight on an otherwise cloudy day on a building at Olive and Denny. That night, a preternaturally large star shines above it as a column of fire skeins from the street into the sky. The media is on it.

Then, beneath Nisqually, there is a violent earthquake. An angel of the Lord comes down from heaven and, going to the Bus Stop's new location, rolls up the metal shutter and sits above it. His appearance is like lightning, and his clothes are white as snow. The Capital Hill hipsters in their stovepipe leg jeans are so afraid of him that they shake, they become like dead men.

The angel says to the hipsters, "Do not be afraid, for I know that you are looking for The Bus Stop, which was closed, and razed, and condo-fied. It is soon to be here; it has risen, just as he said. Come and see the place where it will now lay. Then go quickly and tell The Bus Stop's customers: 'The Bus Stop has risen from the dead and is going ahead of you into the corner of Olive and Denny. There you will see it.' Now I have told you."

I will go there every night possible, in hopes of perching Mr. Poe on my knee like a twink Charley McCarthy. Bless.

OR MAYBE THIS:

One of my most vivid memories is of coming back west from prep school and later from college at Christmas time. Those who went farther than Chicago would gather in the old dim Union Station at six o'clock of a December evening with a few Chicago friends already caught up into their own holiday gayeties to bid them a hasty goodbye. I remember the fur coats of the girls returning from Miss This or That's and the chatter of frozen breath and the hands waving overhead as we caught sight of old acquaintances and the matchings of invitations: "Are you going to The Bus Stop'? Pony'? Manray'?" and the long green tickets clasped tight in our gloved hands. And last the murky green cars of the Spokane, Portland and Seattle Railway looking cheerful as Christmas itself on the tracks beside the gate.

Dude, JTC, c'mon.

Last night, I dreamt I went to The Bus Stop again. It seemed to me I stood by the iron gate covering the door, and for a while I could not enter for the way was barred to me. Then, like all dreamers, I was possessed of a sudden, the supernatural powers and passed like a spirit through the barrier before me. And finally, there was The Bus Stop, secretive and silent. Time could not mar the perfect symmetry of those walls.

Moonlight can play odd tricks upon the fancy, and suddenly it seemed to me that light came from the windows. And then a cloud came upon the moon and hovered an instant like a dark hand before a face. The illusion went with it. I looked upon a desolate shell, with no whisper of a past about its staring walls.

We can never go back to The Bus Stop again. That much is certain. But sometimes, in my dreams, I do go back to the strange days of my life which began for me on East Pine Street......

@8 -- I am shamed. Capitol Capitol Capitol Capitol Capitol Capitol Capitol Capitol Capitol Capitol Capitol Capitol Capitol Capitol Capitol Capitol Capitol Capitol Capitol Capitol Capitol Capitol

@9 -- Right on, Catalina :-)

I'm bummed that the nails place is moving out. What's next?

Well I am quite pleased, but I am sure my liver won't be.

I can't wait for the Bus Stop to Re-open! Congrats Gary! I'm sure it will be an enjoyable experience for all... Except... Well- as long as those "bad Actors" of "alleged comedy" fame, aren't there hogging the mike and doing what they do best- howling and screetching out Karoke with their equally "bad" voices and generally behaving like they are the center of everyones universe... (insert visual of Bus Stop audience projectile vomiting)...

@12 - my liver just dropped its gun and put its hands in the air.

I miss the old Cha Cha. Doing the Buffalo Bill in the photo both at the new location just isn't the same. ...sigh...

it's replacing a nail shop? awesome!

Also, this just goes to show you that development doesnt ruin neighborhoods, it simply shakes them up and the old places that have actual sound business go somewhere.

of course no one will like to admit that everything has turned out fine, and would rather protect anachronistic architecture instead of allowing the poor, namely construction workers, to have jobs for at least 6 months.

Now all we need is a gay bar that looks like a Stanley Kubrick film from the 70's and all will be well again on Capitol Hill.

(Yeah, sorry little shitty convenient store. Nobody misses you.)

Wherefore art thou Pony?

Thank God! We need another place for Seattle's protected class (vagrants) to hang out and toss garbage around.

Awesome!

YAYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Can't wait to see everyone there again!

Is Ade still in town? I heard he moved to Denver?

Look forward to the tunes of DJ's Gin and Tonic and DJ Jerri Blank and all the rest!

@ 18, actually I always had a soft spot for Harry's - used by by my black label beer there when I first moved here in 93.
What I REALLY miss is Righteous Rags!

@ 21 - Ade is doing Karaoke at McLeod Residence every Sunday night.

I bought my condo on the Hill knowing that the posing hipsters, bad actors and god awful karaoke singers that hung out on that street would no longer be around. However I can understand wanting to bring back the business considering how much they drank to endure the company of each other. Bad for my property value good for the small business.

@24, are you the idiot that wrote "condos are killing the city" on the a frame sign at that corner?

The best news I have heard this year...

My liver awaits you, my ol' friend Le Bus Stop...