It is true that when we take them down, all those people whose sole method of learning history is walking past statues of “great” men, looking up and then looking down again if there’s enough time on the tour schedule to read an inscription, will have to find another way of learning history.

For those spending very long hours manning and womanning the diminished barricades at the CHOP entrances, “establishing” means protecting, an increasingly anxious business. Their prime fear is not a phalanx of police spraying tear gas and Mace but a carload of militants driving into the crowd and spraying bullets.

One positive step was the emergence of Councilmember Teresa Mosqueda, who happens to be the current budget chair and who knows how to consult with business for their views and to get other councilmembers on board.

The whuljootseed word, TSEETS-kah-deeb, “clitoris,” names a little promontory just across on the river’s east bank that refers to a myth in which Mink, a frantically lascivious bumbler, asks his grandmother if he can use her clitoris for bait. There it is! We have the green beach grub on one side of the river and grandmother’s tumescent clitoris on the other.

A recently released city study and comments from Seattle Mayor Jenny Durkan have stirred up a conversation...