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West Coast Wanderings: Seattle Through A Smoky Lens News 

West Coast Wanderings: Seattle Through A Smoky Lens

The battered, graffiti-burdened vending machine is a mechanical relic of the not-so-distant past — a past I briefly access through a synaptic flash of fragmented but vivid memory: a 12-year-old me at an Albuquerque roller skating rink that smells like popcorn, nacho cheese and cigarette smoke, dropping shiny quarters into a crisply polished, factory fresh Coke machine of the same design.

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