God bless the easygoing folks of Meekerville. They’re unrolling the welcome mat for the next 17 days with a hearty “come on down, y’all! We’re putting on a state fair!”
Or maybe that spirit of hospitality is a put-on.
Maybe their true colors showed at Tuesday’s Puyallup City Council meeting, when a roomful of citizens tried (and failed) to keep the electoids from rezoning the cherished Van Lierop daffodil land.
They weren’t carrying pitchforks, but they were hauling an unneighborly chip on their shoulder.
Turns out the best thing about being from Puyallup is that you’re not from one of those other eyesores in the valley.
“We all know what Sumner looks like,” someone said while explaining that Puyallup people don’t want to be inundated by a “sea of warehouses.”
Another person pleaded with the pols not to pass the rezone out of fear that Puyallup would look like Sumner. Or worse, Fife.
Apparently the contempt is being passed down generationally. A teenager testified she doesn’t want Puyallup to lose its agricultural heritage like that four-letter city to the north.
“Fife is hideous,” she said. “Nobody likes Fife because it’s a bunch of warehouses.”
One man stood up and told the crowd he was from Fife.
To everyone’s relief, he was really a Puyallup resident pulling their leg.
For a moment, we imagined being in the middle of a 12-step group for recovering non-Puyallup residents.
“Hello, my name is Bob and I’m from Fife.”
Good news for Orting: Nobody in Puyallup used your name in vain, so all is hunky-dory. Except you’ll still be the first ones wiped out by the lahar.
Do the Seattle?: Our Schnoz twitched when we learned Washington State Fair poobahs went north Thursday to kiss up to their new target demographic:
Urban hipsters and downtown office workers passing through Westlake Park.
And to think these city slickers had never tasted a scone or petted a pygmy goat.
Could this be a harbinger of further betrayals? First they take Puyallup out of the fair, then they take the fair out of Puyallup?
What a long, strange trip: For members of the state Liquor Control Board, who now get to fool around with marijuana, too.
It’s as if they’re suddenly part of the doper in-crowd, judging by comments they made Wednesday while reviewing what could be the final version of draft rules for newly legalized wacky weed.
And they want to prove their bonafides.
“We each bring our own experiences,” said Chris Marr. “I grew up on the Monterey Peninsula, Big Sur area. I went to Cream concerts and saw Jimi Hendrix, went to the Monterey Pop Festival.”
He went on to describe having an MBA, running a large company, being a legislator (blah, blah, blah), but that part sounded like blowing smoke.
Board chairwoman Sharon Foster said learning about pot has turned into “the fascinating new thing for my life.”
She has told licensing agents that in social settings, “you will never be the wallflower again.”
Foster is a hit in family circles, too. “I have adult children who think it’s just great what I’m doing.”
On the other hand: “I have grandchildren who are not sure what it means to have Grandma as queen of the weed.”
Pressed by a TV reporter whether she’d ever smoked the stuff, Foster said she did as a “young adult” but not since then.
No word on whether she inhaled.
Too much hootin’ and hollerin’: They tend to make a commotion down yonder at the Roy Pioneer Rodeo, so the Roy City Council passed a noise ordinance just in time for last weekend’s hootenany.
We’re talking decibel limits and sound amplification permits and all kind of fiddle-faddle that a police force of two is ill-equipped to enforce.
“With a new ordinance there’s always going to be little hiccups here and there (that) we’re going to have to work around,” Chief Darwin Armitage told the City Council, according to the Nisqually Valley News.
OK, but please hold down the hiccups. People are trying to sleep.
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