My Pacific Northwest

I miss Seattle; sometimes.


a related post:

“Descent into SEATAC”


December 18, 2011 Posted by | Uncategorized | , , , , | Leave a comment

Seattle, of course


September 24, 2011 Posted by | Uncategorized | , , , | Leave a comment

Burnt weenie: Oscar Meyer tries to roast his privates

Via: My Fox Spokane

You know this had to hurt: A man in Prefontaine Place Park was found by police and firefighters straddling a fire he had set in an abandoned fountain.

According to police, the man was wearing “crotchless chaps-style spandex with his genitals and buttocks showing,” Seattle’s Publicola” reports.

When police and firefighters arrived at the park, located at Third Avenue and Yesler Way, about 12:30 a.m. Wednesday, they found the man letting the flames touch his genitals and buttocks, a park department spokeswoman said.

The man told an officer that he was having a “weenie roast” as he gyrated over the flame.

Firefighters put out the fire and police had the man involuntary committed to Harborview for a mental evaluation.,0,7081345.story


September 12, 2011 Posted by | Uncategorized | , , , , | Leave a comment

King County voters create Port of Seattle on September 5, 1911


On September 5, 1911, a long struggle for control of Seattle’s central waterfront climaxes when King County voters approve the Port of Seattle district and elect the first three Port Commissioners, Gen. Hiram Chittenden (1858-1917), Robert Bridges, and Charles Remsberg.

The election is a high water mark for the local Progressive Movement, which advocates public control of essential facilities and utilities, and a pivotal defeat for the railroads that had dominated Seattle’s harbor since 1874 thanks to imprudent municipal concessions.

The Port of Seattle is today (1999) managed by an elected five-member Commission and remains the central engine of the King County economy through its control of the Seattle harbor, Seattle-Tacoma International Airport, and other key assets.


personal thought:

I know the ‘tunnel project’, has both pluses and minuses.

However, I believe opening up the waterfront to downtown, might be the best thing to happen to the city for a long time.


September 7, 2011 Posted by | Uncategorized | , , , , , | Leave a comment

1953 – Seatle Tubbing Society – Burt Glinn

Via: Seattle Weekly

When New York photojournalist Burt Glinn passed away in April this year, his work happened to be on display at SAM. Now its supplemental “Burt Glinn: 35 Years of Northwest History” (through Sept. 14) pays homage to the man who documented the Cold War as a member of the famous Magnum photo agency. He shot Khrushchev and Castro, and celebs including Elizabeth Taylor too.

But the focus here is on images created in Seattle, where he lived during the ’50s and ’60s, sometimes on assignment for Life magazine. From a West Seattle High School cheerleader adoring her mud-stained football jock to a look at our jazz scene, Glinn had a keen eye for the moment.

And nothing beats Glinn’s images of the Seattle Tubing Society floating down the Sammamish Slough with drinks in hand and outrageous (outrageous? don’t think so) costumes sticking to their skin. That’s how summers should be spent. And that’s how photographers should capture local history.


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Sonny Sixkiller

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‘Downtown’ Freddie Brown

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Ken Griffey Jr.

Via: Seattle PI

Griffey in the uniform of the Class A Bellingham Mariners, with which he started his professional career.
Photo: Seattle Post-Intelligencer / SL

June 14, 2011 Posted by | Uncategorized | , , , , | Leave a comment

Congressman Marion Zioncheck (December 1, 1901 ~ August 7, 1936)

Via: wikipedia

Marion Anthony Zioncheck (December 5, 1901 – August 7, 1936), an American politician, served as a member of the United States House  ofRepresentatives from 1933 until his death in 1936. He represented Washington’s 1st congressional district as a Democrat.

Zioncheck was born in Kęty, Poland, then part of the Austro-Hungarian Empire, and arrived in Seattle, Washington with his parents four years later. He attended the University of Washington where in 1927 he became president of the student government (ASUW ). He also earned a law degree from the University of Washington while making a name for himself as a left-wing leader in the Democratic Party and the Washington Commonwealth Federation, which supported his election to Congress in the 1932 election.

As a U.S. Representative, Zioncheck was known mostly for ardently championing Franklin Roosevelt’s New Deal policies.

But his tireless work in behalf of the New Deal often was overshadowed by his many personal escapades, which included dancing in fountains and driving on the White House lawn.

Beset by the press and by critics of Roosevelt’s policies, Zioncheck became depressed and hinted that he might not seek reelection to a third term in 1936.

In his diary entry for April 30, 1936, Secretary of the Interior Harold Ickes recounted how Zioncheck had asked him to officiate in a marriage with his fiancee, Miss Nix. Ickes demurred, saying that he had no authority to do so. Ickes was aware of Zioncheck’s reputation and simply did not want to get involved.

Ultimately, Zioncheck went to Annapolis, Maryland for the marriage. On August 1, Zioncheck’s friend and ally, King County Prosecutor Warren G. Magnuson, took him at his word and filed to run for Zioncheck’s seat.



‘Congressman Zioncheck commits suicide on Augus 8, 1936’

On August 8, 1936, U.S. Representative Marion Zioncheck (age 35) leaps to his death from his 5th-floor office in the Arctic Club building in downtown Seattle.

The suicide of the two-term Congressman opens his 1st District seat to a bid by King County Prosecutor Warren G. Magnuson (1905-1989), who is elected the following November.


June 7, 2011 Posted by | Uncategorized | , , , , | Leave a comment

Scow with 622 TONS of ammunition goes blooy! in Elliot Bay – May 15, 1915


On May 30, 1915, a few minutes before 2 a.m., the scow T.T.B., warehousing 622 tons of Hercules power (i.e., ammunition) and tied to a city buoy at the Elliott Bay end of Harbor Island, ignites. In Seattle, the few locals and tourists still awake get the frightful scare of a flash so brilliant it seems directly overhead. Within a second or two the city’s majority — ­ its sleepers ­– is shaken awake by a roar likened to the collapse of several large buildings combined with a percussion of “heavy air” hitting like a fist.

People were knocked from their beds. Motorists, lifted from their seats and separated from their steering wheels, had the air dragged from their lungs as the percussion first hit and then withdrew. More than 5,000 windows splintered and separated from their sashes, searching for the vacuum that followed the wave of combustion.

Nearly 500 plate-glass windows cracked or shattered. Along the east side of streets in the central business district — ­ the side facing the explosion — windows crashed to the nearly deserted sidewalks. In minutes thousands of people in bathrobes and overcoats milled in the downtown streets on a carpet of glass shards, thinking earthquake, meteor, or sabotage. Adding to the confusion were fire trucks chasing in all directions the false alarms set off by the blast.



EVERY authority available for interview was sure it was a plot. Probably a plot by two German agents whom the Burns Detective Agency had been hired to trail by Japanese shippers contracted to haul the dynamite to Vladivostok.



and then,

Roy Lillico, the private launch operator in charge of the scow, assured reporters that cased dynamite was “as safe as so much brown sugar.” Lillico declared “it was exploded by someone with a desire to injure the cause of the Allied armies. I¹m sure of it.” Lillico recounted that soon after the dynamite arrived from San Francisco on May 14, the captain of the Kaifuku Maru, the Japanese vessel scheduled to carry it to Russia, received an anonymous letter threatening to blow up his ship if he followed through with this plan. As a precaution, Lillico had hired a day-labor watchman ­– his friends called this watchman “Fat” — to watch over the T.T.B. Certainly, some thought, Fat had been blown-up with the barge. Others thought the saboteurs had persuaded him to disappear.

A FAT WATCH was organized with public pleas to look out for him.



and then, and then,

The Alleged Mr. Brown and His Alleged Wife (Mrs. Brown?)

Every available agent — federal, state, county, local –­ was sent running down clues. The first break came from Tacoma (the blast had been heard, seen, or felt from Port Townsend to Tacoma.) On the day before the explosion, a man calling himself Walter Brown had purchased 500 feet of fuse from a local company.


If you dare, you can read the rest of the whacky report, HERE:



“Nearly 500 plate-glass windows cracked or shattered, along the EAST side of streets in the central business district — ­ the side facing the explosion”

Q: It’s been awhile since I’ve been in Seattle, but I thought Elliott Bay was WEST of the central business district; so, did they move the bay, or what?


May 31, 2011 Posted by | Uncategorized | , , , , | Leave a comment