so i'm parking the wagon of doom (1986 Cressida reprazent!) in Ballard the other day and someone sees my FREE BALLARD sticker (which has been there since, oh, 1998?) and asks me "Is that about the development?" "You could put it that way. It's from Archie McPhee, over by 24th...yanno with the lizard head by where the liquor store used to be?" "Where?"
i about got back into the car and backed into him, dear reader. i knew i had chosen to drive that day over the joy of going from the LC to Ballard on the bus...pissing off the idiots.
ballard: where we kick scandinavians out, knock down their houses, and name the developments after some random Swedish word we pick out of the dictionary. i think Norwegian is too hard for them to mispronounce.
the kicker: going to olsen's and making the little old ladies laugh with my story and getting a little extra norvegia gauda and fondly remembering Lesser Seattle.