Tacoma cops and Army MPs ticket cars along Tacoma's Ruston Way in 1993. Nice weather drew bumper-to-bumper traffic.
TNT file photo: Russ Carmack
In the land of half-million-dollar condos and old hippies, they're squawking about "young, racially diverse crowds that often hang out" and a burgeoning dining and drinking scene "offering live music and serving up lots of killer mojitos."
Sounds like a happening 'hood, eh?
Not if you're a NOMFB homeowner in Seattle's Alki Beach, and particularly not if you buy into Emerald City Emperor Greg Nickels' neo-nightlife-temperance agenda.
That's right, Dorothy: It's a Not on My Front Beach catfight -- fueled by traffic, noise, litter, rowdy revelry and a lost sense of idyll.
Locals feel invaded. City Hall flexes muscle. Restaurants and bars take heat.
The Seattle Post-Intelligencer has the story here.
I haven't heard many home-owning old hippies complaining about rampant restaurant-related rowdiness on Ruston Way recently. But I've got a simmering question:
What advice can Tacoma -- with its bounty of waterfront restaurants, picturesque shores and rolling boom-box traffic -- offer Seattle about handling its Alki anxiety?