Wonderful article, brought back memories to me as well. My grandparents lived in the Greenlake area of Seattle and had a root cellar in the basement which we grandkids loved to explore and tell spooky stories in. Dusty, damp, and dark. Jars of preserves, baskets of spuds. Who knows what in the corners. A place to speak in whispers. I'd almost like to knock on the door of the current owners to ask if it is still there.
