The (potentially) only-in-Seattle spectacle of weirdness and sadness that is #ManInTree. Also in your midweek missive: The soul of Belgium; Hillary Clinton’s Muckleshoot name; an investigation into the Pronto! buyout; and Mama’s Mexican Kitchen saved! (Sort of.)

Spring is here and so are we, with a NIMBY assailant playing the “victim” card; another potentially doomed movie palace; whether or not teachers really need more pay (spoiler: they do); crow brains; and the lovely new light-rail stations.

We welcome spring, and the expanded local light rail, with chatter about a way to prove your Northwest-bred-ness on your vehicle; a whistleblower’s blast against Hanford’s waste-treatment project; a resource center for Af-Am entrepreneurs; a new way to keep sea lions from decimating fish stocks; and a plethora of weekend activity choices.

We steel up for another amateur drinking day by thinking of things worth remembering about the Irish heritage, and also about a sheriff who thinks rape victims are lying; Republicans who helped the Oregon refuge occupiers; possibly doomed Boy Scout camps; a lawyer committed to helping people; and Lady Penelope RIP.

Your midweek missive features one (last?) climactic Sonics Arena hearing; another potential big change in local radio; fighting traffic with bureaucratic buzzwords; street racing as still a thing; and a crewless (and partly yellow) submarine.

The Nooze-day for Tooze-day includes a victory for bike-share lovers; genuine Nancy Pearl ice cream; more fallout from the Legislature’s school-funding punt; a creepy Cobain art show (that doesn’t even show him); and someone who likes Amazon’s physical bookstore.

We welcome Pi Day with still more wild weather; Legislative special-session guesses; memories of singer Ernestine Anderson; gold vs. salmon; and a debunked myth about the homeless.

Our last newsletter before the start of Daylight Savings Time springs ahead with the Legislature’s continuing impasse; a Microsoft-planned “smart city” (really a suburb); the start of Greenwood’s rebuilding; Bieber’s Belltown boo-boo; and a lovely old building that keeps getting moved.

Greenwood has been through disasters, natural and other, and will survive this one. We also mention what is and isn’t still alive in the Legislature; more LGBTQ folk gathering in smaller cities; Jeff Bezos’s vision of a future post-industrial planet; a beloved plant store’s potential end; and another loss to the NW music world.

The week’s half over, in case you care. And we care about the Legislature’s “garbage time” moments; Amazon’s first daily TV show (not made here); some of the Northwest’s unsung/unnamed heroines; and Gonzaga’s zillionth-straight conference basketball title.

As the rains drag on, we pay attention to another setback for minority voting rights; still-soaring home prices; more flack against a big Sea-Tac subcontractor; a surprising Seattle Times endorsement; and the loss of another longtime local music fixture.

We enter March’s first weekend with an odd proposed compromise to historic-preservation activists; Seattle-saved WWII radio newscasts; the area’s second-most-hiring company (no, not them); sex workers speaking for themselves; how to make Wash. state even more irrelevant in Presidential nominations; and the usual bevy of weekend activities.

For your perusal, we have we have bigger things made of wood than have been made before; an attempt to bring back nuclear power; Portland’s “toxic moss;” Foo Fighters’ non-breakup; and a tragic update to one of the Sonics’ movers.

Sooper Toosday settled nothing, and neither did the City Council committee vote on saving bike sharing. But we do know that Boeing’s planning a 100th birthday bash; a heroin treatment center’s re-opening; squatters are speaking out in favor of squatting; and one of the guys who “plundered” the Sonics is in big trouble (can you feel the schadenfreude rising?).

Sooper Toosday finds us blathering about a racketeering suit against Mars Hill Church’s top brass; how to properly describe an alleged adult-woman/teenage-boy relationship; just how hard Russell Wilson’s “Good Man” clothes will be to find; and that ridiculously big container ship.