"The past isn't dead. It isn't even past."

Faulkner's line covers an immense number of situations (just a few words of it also generate an astonishing number of Google hits - I checked.)

Last week the past popped up at Fremont and 34th, when city crews scraped off a substantial layer of cracked, uneven paving. Underneath, the intersection was partially paved with bricks (very common here), but the real reason for lumps in the old asphalt proved to be - train tracks.

Making a smooth curve from 34th to Fremont, right past "Waiting for the Interurban," was a section of the old Interurban track. To the west, a tangle of tracks was a reminder that this part of Fremont, now given over to office buildings, condos and retail, used to be filled with mills, workshops and marine businesses of all kinds.

Unfortunately (but a good thing in terms of traffic!) I didn't get back with the camera before new, thick, smooth paving went in. But it's interesting to know those tracks are still there.

Our lovely spring lasted one day, and is not coming back for a while. At least we got a glimpse of what could be - and the rhodies are emerging, even in the cold and rain.