around am., the city of Seattle was held at bay
for 11 hours by a lone man armed with nothing but determination and a samurai sword. His name was Tony Allison, although on that day he preferred to be called Apollo.
The morning was proceeding like any other in late 20th century Seattle: the streets were alive with the practiced hustle and bustle of Frappuccino-swilling, nouveau riche dotcommers and tourists mesmerized by the simple antics of fishmongers as the last dying strains of grunge wafted through the air. Little did they know that the bland tranquility of their orthonoiac lives was about to be slashed open by the God of Poetry and
Truth, made manifest in a martial-arts- trained transient released year previously from Western State Hospital.
According to a contemporary news report, an off-duty police officer was first alerted to a leather-jacketed and camo- pantsed man with a sword disturbing
(presumably in the psychological sense) passers-by. The officer followed the man from Pike Place Market. At the corner of
Second and Pike, the man took what the police report described as a "defensive stand" and refused to drop his sword. The officer called for back-up. So began the
great Seattle Street Samurai Standoff of