(Seattle Times) — WHEN YOU’RE not from here, it can take some work to understand what sort of place you’ve landed in. A job with The Seattle Times lured me to the Northwest after stops in Cape Town, South Africa, Boston and New York City, and I actually made some of the transition quickly. I started running, flirted with the idea of commuting by bicycle. And after receiving some admonitory stares, I even learned to politely stop until given the walk signal before crossing the street. But three months into my new Seattle life, one thing eluded me still: Where was Seattle’s community of young black professionals?
