Chapter 28
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arking was in short supply and they didn’t want anyone noting the dark-tinted black Suburban that had Fed written all over it, so they parked in a high-priced private lot several blocks from the Seattle Center.
The seventy-four-acre, 1962 World’s Fair site, was in an exceptional location, linked by a short monorail to downtown. Perhaps the center had survived all these years by being so close to the main downtown area yet set off on its own where it could develop its own identity. It was nestled below Queen Anne Hill with the Space Needle rising majestically above the low-rise ‘Denny Regrade’ buildings that separated the center from the downtown. Isolated at the far end of the city, it feel higher than most of the financial high-rise buildings that towered over the central
