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Kress IGA, that is, as of 7 a.m. this morning. I’m happy.
The Kress IGA Supermarket should finally open sometime this week. The pre-opening VIP gala occurred Monday evening. (Yes, you may ask why I photographed this event, but didn’t try to get into many SIFF-related parties and didn’t photograph the one I was at. I won’t answer, but you can ask.) At the gala, the store’s many local suppliers (particularly in the deli and to-go-meals section) showed off their products. Reps from the city and the Downtown Seattle Association were on hand to wish the store and its Whidbey Island-based owners well. I think it’ll succeed, even though it’s opening at a time when retailers in general are facing rough seas, and even though it’s in a basement, and even though it has no dedicated parking, and even though independently-owned groceries have taken a dive in this state (concurrent with the decline and fall of the Associated Grocers co-op).
The place just feels right. It’s not gargantuan (without the prepared-meals section, it’s about the size of an old ’60s-era supermarket), yet it’s got a complete selection. Prices are at least competitive with those at the big chains. (IGA is a member-owned franchise operation, whose presence in Washington has ebbed and flowed over the decades.)
Even the deli part, which is obviously intended as the store’s main profit center, serves up a lot of honest grub at honest prices. (Though I don’t understand why there’s a whole olive bar. But perhaps I’m not hep to the whole olive revival thang.)
The City of Seattle might build a new jail on the current Aurora Avenue site of the beloved Puetz Golf driving range.
…your Starbuckless evening. Now on to a new day!:
…couple-O-daze for yr. o’b’d’n’t web-scribe. I did a marathon temp gig in exotic Renton. (It’s now ended.) I was there, methodically shoving pieces of paper through a machine, when my Evening Magazine segment aired. (They’d promised they’d tell me when it would run; damn.) You may be able to see it at this link.
Other things have happened as well.
…there’s gonna be a segment about folks trying to save the Ballard Denny’s/Manning’s building, and why it should be saved.
…anxiously awaits the long-threatened but still nonexistent Snowstorm ’08, here’s what else has been going on:
And these are among the stories you might discuss at work, on the bus, or in chatrooms:
…a fountain of snowflakes descend upon the frozen tundra of Green Bay, I knew the gods would be with the other team, not with ours.
In other Sunday nooze:
…to the 27 people who attended my li’l book event at the Form/Space Atelier gallery. If I’d known I’d have had a mike and a stage and a desk, I’d have scripted something.
IN SATURDAY’S NOOZE:
…a nice hearty recommendation for my book event tomorrow (Friday) at Form/Space Atelier, 2407 First Ave.
However, I must disagree with the blurb writer, one Brian Miller, when he characterizes me as “a condo-hating anti-growthnik with strongly nostalgic feelings towards his home turf.”
I don’t hate condos. I lived in one (a high-rise, even!) for nearly five years. I like urbanity. I like excitement. I like density. I like walkable neighborhoods full of attractions. I like prosperity.
It’s just that I also like small businesses, DIY arts, indie music, affordable homes, all-nite diners, and public displays of whimsey.
I say we can grow WITH all these things intact, not as preserved memories but as living, breathing parts of our daily life.
Does anybody really enjoy the lifestyle of stolid, joyless “luxury” touted in all the condo ads as late as last year? Anybody at all? I’d like to meet ’em if they exist.
Otherwise, let’s instead have buildings that look good, are well built, and offer value (even “added value”) for their prices.
Let’s have more living-wage jobs and homes, here and in the nation at large.
Let’s have more fun, dammit.
And, in the immortal words of L. Barry, Keep It Funky God.