The Stranger is 30 years old today. CB
Almost exactly ten years before I became a full-time writer for The Stranger, I read the paper for the first time. The year was 1991, and my decision to settle in Seattle still stood on shaky ground. To make matters more uncertain, I did not have a clear idea of what to do with my life, which was in its early 20s and fresh from Africa.
A part of my future had the view of an academic career in Russian literature. I was then dipping my toes into the language, to determine its difficulty. How long would it take before I could
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