I'm rereading one of my favorite Raymond Chandler
short stories, GOLDFISH. It takes place right here in
Washington state. Here's an excerpt:
"A small
rabbit-faced man with freckles was
waving a garden rake at two black chickens.
The chickens appeared to be sassing him back.
He turned when the engine of
Sunset’s car
coughed itself still."
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