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• This morning around 10:30 a.m. a woman found herself being rescued by rappelling firefighters and a city boat after her car plummeted 200 feet down a waterfront cliff in Edmonds.
• Two groups of car prowlers are making the rounds in Crown Hill. One group wielding a skeleton key seems to fancy cars with GPS units. In total, they've broken into 15 cars in five days.

Crown Hill isn’t our favorite neighborhood, but we’ve found the perfect combination Christmas errand to warrant a visit to this forgotten corner of North Ballard. 15th Avenue NW is host to Seattlest’s favorite tree lot and is also conveniently located right on the way to the best of the "Original" Pancake Houses.* And yes, there is a best.

The second-longest-serving member of the Washington Legislature has confirmed she will not run for re-election. “This is my last session. I’m not going to run again.” Asked why, she laughed and said: “Because I’m 75 years old and I’ll be 76 in a couple weeks. That’s why.”

Lacking the foresight to leave work early yesterday, it took us three hours to make it home (we live in Shoreline). After checking the traffic online and seeing that I-5 was a pissed-off parking lot, we thought we'd be sneaky and head north via the Ballard/Crown Hill/Greenwood route. Needless to say, that didn't work out so well. Lots of icy hills along the way and a surprising number of rear-wheel drive vehicles sliding all over the road.

"I don’t venture north of even the cut, unless provoked." So said one Seattlest contributor when we asked what inspires us to turn our backs on downtown and drive north. Wimp.

Next to Centerfolds, Seattle's only male strip club (unless you count that place way out in Rainier Valley--which we don't), sits a dive bar worthy of the moniker, Crown Hill Pub. It is, afterall, in Crown Hill, and seeing as they only serve beer and wine, it is merely a pub. Most establishments which only serve beer and wine make up for lack of hard liquor with a vast selection of local microbrews and regional vintages. The Crown Hill Pub's most exotic selections include Miller High Life, Budweiser, Yellow Tail, and Ernest & Julio Gallo. That's fine, though, because we're not here at 10 o'clock on a Sunday morning to try something new, or god forbid, something drinkable. We're here to nurse our hangover and shoot free pool.

Maybe we’re taking our democracy for granted. I mean after all we live in a country where we can vote for whoever we want to, be it a Yale-educated male millionaire or a taller Yale-educated male millionaire. However, looking at this fall’s civic elections there are still three races where, as of now, we will have no choice in the matter.

Bart: Sorry, Mom, the mob has spoken!