Built in 1962 for the World's Fair, the Space Needle remains an icon of this fair city. A recent unplanned visit just before sunset found the place hopping with locals as well as tourists...it was quite amazing. As the restaurant slowly rotated, the Olympics peered softly through a fine fog, the lakes and Elliot Bay glistened, the freeways and cars snaked gracefully around the hills and shorelines. The highrises, lowslung older buildings and single family homes all seemed happily coexsisting...not always the feelings one has listening to advocates of various points-of-views and agendas. It was difficult to contemplate turmoil while viewing the city silent but active.