Tour Diary: # 4 – Fresh Prints in Bellevue, We Hardly Even Seattle But I Like It

I’m missing San Francisco already and we’re still at the airport. It’s early. Oscar is appropriately named – he really is the grouch right now. And we’ve been told we’re sitting in three separate seats. Part of me wouldn’t wish him on anyone else and feels like it’s the only right thing to do to ask for seats to be swapped. But a bigger part of me is ke…