When I was growing up in New York in the 1970s, I had this lovely image of the capital of our country’s Pacific Northwest region, thanks to a teen idol whose music my kid sister would play incessantly for a while there. Every day one summer, it was annoyingly toothy Bobby Sherman catchily belting out:
The bluest skies you’ve ever seen in Seattle,
And the hills the greenest green in Seattle…
And just those simple, oft repeated phrases fixed this city’s image in my imagination as
