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The Puget Sound Business Journal has been running a reader poll to name “Seattle’s most respected brand.”
The finalists are Windermere Real Estate and Chateau Ste. Michelle.
Other contenders included Nordstrom, Canlis, Columbia Bank, the Fairmont Olympic Hotel, Starbucks, the Perkins Coie law firm, and Northwest Harvest.
But where were Dick’s Drive-Ins, Pyramid Ales, Fantagraphics, Big John’s PFI, Sub Pop, or Tim’s Cascade Chips?
Oh right. They’re not freakin’Â upscale enough.
Then forget it.
from thepoisonforest.com
nalley's display at the puyallup fair (1948); from the tacoma public library
It’s the end of the (canning) line in Nalley Valley.
The 93-year-old south Tacoma food processing giant became a regional (and in some product lines, international) hit in potato chips and dips, pickles, pancake syrup, chili, mayonnaise, salad dressings, and countless other packaged-food products.
But the company was sold back in the ’60s, and resold several times since. Various managements sold or closed Nalley’s product lines over the years.
Finally, the New York equity group that now owns the brand has shut the last part of the plant, which made chili and canned soups.
The equity group, and its trademark licensees, promise to keep the Nalley’s brand alive, in the same way that there’s still a beer called Rainier (made at the Miller plant in L.A.).
But that’s not the same thing as actually being here, employing local workers, sourcing from local farmers.
(In the comments that follow the hereby-linked Seattle Times story, one commenter notes the current owner of the Nalley’s pickle line touts it as “The Taste of the Northwest,” even though the stuff’s now made in Iowa from cukes grown in India.)
It was a corn-doggy sunny Sunday afternoon when I went to the Seafair hydro races.
Took the light rail to the Othello station, then a free shuttle bus to the southern end of Genessee Park. That got me to a lot of people milling about at fast food and military-recruiting booths.
Inside the admission gates, initially, were more of the same. Then approaching the lakefront you got the bigger sideshow attractions, such as the Seafair Pirates.
One of these attractions was a daylong demonstration of something called “Hyperlite,” a water skiing experience using ropes and pulleys instead of a tow boat. (Yes, that was my excuse to ask you to say “tow boat” five times fast.)
Oh yeah, there was that highly publicized intermission act, which newbies increasingly mistake for the star attraction. It’s loud. It’s fast. It’s shiny. It’s simple to “get.”
But for Seafair’s steadfast true believers, it’s not the big thing.
This is.
The combination of subtlety and power, of quiet water and loud machinery, of stillness and speed, of steamlined curves and pure aggression, of hand craftsmanship and industrial might.
Here’s the Graham Real Ventures boat. It’s one of the “Unlimited Lights,” the smaller class of boats that raced on Seafair Weekend. Yes, I know “Unlimited Lights” is an oxymoron derived from a misnomer. (The bigger boats have long been under various size and horsepower restrictions for safety’s sake.)
But they’re still fast and exciting. And because they use piston engines, they generate the kind of noise that old timers like me find comforting, not annoying.
Above is the boat of Kayleigh Perkins, the only female driver in this past weekend’s lineup.
And this is her boat after it flipped over in the air during the lights’ championship heat, the only accident of the day. (She got out of the boat safely and was apparently fine.)
With Budweiser’s departure from the circuit, the Oberto beef jerky-sponsored team has been the team to beat in recent years.
But it wasn’t the only boat out there.
I happened to be positioned near a group of loyal Oberto fans. Would they find themselves satisfied at the end of the championship round?
Why yes, they would.
As for me, I sunburned through my shirt and had to have a long nap once I got hope. And it was completely worth it.
pride parade viewers at the big popsicle
(A relatively long edition this time, bear with.)
I’ve spent the day lost in the past.
I’ve done that before. But never quite like this.
I’ve been buried this afternoon in old Seattle Times articles, ads, and entertainment listings. They’ve been scanned from old library microfiche reels and posted online by ClassifiedHumanity.com.
The site’s anonymous curators scour back SeaTimes issues from 1900 to 1984.
The site’s priorities in picking old newspaper items include, but are not limited to:
Go to Classified Humanity yourself. But don’t be surprised if hours pass before you walk away from the computer.
bachmann family values?
happy bite of seattle consumers
street food vendor, 1930s, singapore; from the-inncrowd.com
…Recessions aren’t permanent, but land use often is. If we allow developers to build ground-floor housing instead of retail space now, those apartments won’t magically be converted to coffee shops, hair salons, and restaurants once the economy turns around. They will be, for all intents and purposes, permanent residential spaces. And street-level land use matters. Pedestrians gravitate toward streets that are activated by bars, shops, and restaurants; in contrast, they tend to avoid sidewalks that run alongside apartment buildings and other non-public spaces like fenced-off parking lots.
…Recessions aren’t permanent, but land use often is. If we allow developers to build ground-floor housing instead of retail space now, those apartments won’t magically be converted to coffee shops, hair salons, and restaurants once the economy turns around. They will be, for all intents and purposes, permanent residential spaces.
And street-level land use matters. Pedestrians gravitate toward streets that are activated by bars, shops, and restaurants; in contrast, they tend to avoid sidewalks that run alongside apartment buildings and other non-public spaces like fenced-off parking lots.