Amateur shutterbugs, wedding parties, solitary dope smokers, tired stair-runners, miniskirted riders of the Party Bus, tourists, dog walkers, and pensive journalists—they all come to Kerry Park on the southern prow of Queen Anne Hill, overlooking all the city and Elliott Bay, the Space Needle and Mt. Rainier commanding the view (or camera viewfinder). There is never not a good time to visit Kerry Park, and I have been there in every season, in snowstorms and fog banks, for full moons under hot August skies, during Sunday-morning treks to brunch at the 5 Spot. Glowing ferries slide across the inky harbor, the rusting P-I globe’s neon somehow perseveres, helicopter ambulances buzz like incoming wasps toward Harborview, SLU construction cranes twinkle, the mountain turns pink with alpenglow, and one day the viaduct will disappear. A gift from the Kerry family to the city in 1927, the one-and-a-quarter-acre park would be worth many millions as a buildable lot today. But the view is free and priceless to all us fortunate citizens.