I can think of maybe three people who read this blog that might understand the amusement factor of actually seeing the Edgewater Inn Motel…


You go out
So far out
You do the Mud Shark, baby

Let’s say you were a travelling Rock and Roll band called the Vanilla Fudge

4 thoughts on “Let’s say you were a travelling Rock and Roll band called the Vanilla Fudge

  • July 12, 2007 at 1:15 pm

    Across the street from the main Pike Place Market entrance is a little place next to the Russian bakery that sells Chinese Hum Bows (I probably spelled that wrong). They are the fluffy slightly sweet buns with meat filling. Good gracias! man! get some of those!

    ( miss them so!)

  • July 12, 2007 at 1:26 pm

    An’ I gathered up a generous mitten full of the deadly . . .
    The deadly Yellow Snow from right there where the huskies go
    Whereupon I proceeded to take that mitten full
    Of the deadly Yellow Snow Crystals
    And rub it all into his beady little eyes
    With a vigorous circular motion
    Hitherto unknown to the people on this area,
    But destined to take the place of THE MUD SHARK
    In your mythology
    Here it goes now . . .

  • July 12, 2007 at 7:15 pm

    Aren’t you a little young to know anything about the Edgewater Inn Motel? I had thought these references would be vague at the very best. Shows my age.

  • July 13, 2007 at 8:53 am

    The Edgewater is still there! Wow! Back in the day it was a place to see and be seen. Of course that was almost 50 years ago.

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