Fort Stockton IS the middle of nowhere, unless you’re travelling cross country with a friend who needs to visit his pedophile rapist uncle in the nearly penitentiary. Then it’s totally downtown.

Frederick Pohl, not Poul Anderson.

This was parked up the street from my shop a few weeks ago with a $33k tag in the window. I’m going to guess that they’ll have to keep dropping it, even in hipster Ballard. It seems a bit steep, even for something this funky.