There’s this car…
it’s black and purple in color, the windows are super tinted so you can’t see in and Kevin and I see it ALL OF THE TIME.
For some reason it was obvious to us that this car belonged to Romar. We see him while driving into work on Lake City Way – he always turns off towards Sandpoint (For sure headed to UW for an early morning practice). We see him parked in front of Marisa’s old apartment on Lake City Way near the Fred Meyer (Maybe he’s at the barber shop?). We once had to pick up tickets at the Graves Building near Hec Ed and parked right next to him (He was at the office, working. Duh.). Every single time we excitedly screech “There’s Romar!” as we rubber neck trying to see through his crazy dark tinted windows. And every time we question where he’s going and why he hangs out in Lake City? There were stories. Good ones. We were convinced it was Romar.
But we could never quite tell because those darn windows were just too tinted.
Well, just the other day, we were driving on 45th and wouldn’t know it “There’s Romar!” This time though, it was a hot day, Romar had his window just barely down and we could see the very tip top of his head, brows up. Kevin man-waved. You gotta wave to Romar. And he man-waved back.
And then we both excitedly screeched, in unison, “That’s I.T.!”






















