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An old Seattle Central classmate (and occasional drinking buddy) of mine, Vance Wolfe, recently got fired for allowing his employees to attend Seattle's pro-immigrant march. I'm late to the details, having only heard about it today, and dig that this has been widely covered . . . but better late than red, or something, particularly if it's to give a good fellow like Vance a "goddamn right on!" or its surgical equivalent.

While there's much debate in the musty back webpages of Slog about the legitimacy of a Septieme boycott, I'm all in. First, my participation's due only to blind loyalty, not to any broader consideration. (And on this note: Mr. Wolfe is not merely a former restaurant manager, but a novelist and holder of a philosophy degree--and afficionado of Serge Gainsbourg. Add 'em up and boycott!) Second, I absolutely never go there in the first place, making such an "action" more than convenient.