Roosevelt Way between 45th and 50th has always been a bit bleak. It’s just a lot of asphalt in one place, not a lot of vegetation. But I’ve spent quite a bit of time there anyway because its home to Trader Joes, Half Price Books, and the Bombay Grill, by far my favorite Indian in Seattle. I’ve been passing by Tubs for years. I was mildly curious about what it was, but not enough to investigate. My first guess was that they sold Hot Tubs, but it didn’t really look like a retail venue. I’m not sure what it looked like.
Archive for July, 2010
It is now. It’s four.
As my Dad likes to point out, one of many important changes to football in the last 40 years has been changes to the ball. And you can see it here. That thing weighs a ton. Compare that to the 2010 World Cup where the players had trouble keeping it down, and the goalkeepers were punting it from end-to-end.
I could watch this all day. And maybe I will.
This sign has lit up the neighborhood for more than half a century. Installed in 1953, it sits on top of Bardahl Oil’s world headquarters, which, today, apparently employs more than 50 people. Bardahl manufacturing was founded in Ballard in 1939 by Ole Bardahl (1902-1989), a Norwegian immigrant.
I wrote about this bus and matching pickup here a few weeks ago. This is probably not quite the bus The Who had in mind. But it’s something to behold nevertheless and also a little disturbing. Reading these messages makes me think of The Road by Cormac McCarthy, which is something I usually prefer not to do.
Last week Gilman Park “broke” the story about McDonalds’ new localwashing campaign in Seattle. Grist.org picked up on the post and took the story national, and asked folks if they’ve seen these billboards in other parts of the country. Grist used my photographs (noting the source), which have since shown up on numerous other sites (usually uncredited or credited to Grist).
It turns out that it is in fact a “local” campaign focused on western Washington. McDonalds issued a press release last Wednesday and launched a new website touting their use of Washington ingredients in products served in the state.
“Like two rebel bookends nestled against a bourgeoisie mega-center, the two properties are remnants of Old Ballard, representing a similar struggle against gentrification.”
Mike’s Chili Parlor is one of the “rebel bookends” referred to in this 2008 post from BallardBlog.com, which describes a visit to Mike’s Chili in Ballard. It’s worth a quick look for that sentence alone, which seems vaguely reminiscent of the Seattle PI’s style from the 1950s. (The title of the post is also quite catchy: “Mike’s Chili Parlor, Selling Chili, Not Their Soul“).