Your ballot is due in less than a week. And if you haven't already filled it out, let me tell you that you're in for a sort of bumpy ride. There are a couple non-candidate matters (propositions, initiatives), all of which could greatly impact our region. It's a lot to ask.
Seattlest Voters' Guide: Your Ballot is Due Soon Edition
Friday Morning Headlines
The SPD has yet another bad day, with a new lawsuit and developments in a FBI investigation of the John T Williams shooting; The Bellevue Chamber of Commerce bucks its former ally; Whooping Cough is on the rise, and Hertz and its co-workers go head-to-head over religious practices at work. All this, plus a little Curtis Mayfield solidarity for the Occupy Seattle protesters. TGIF.
Extra, Extra: Sludge Occupies the Streets, Unions Occupy Seattle
Another day, more news. But not much of it. It appears that after a day like yesterday, the world does kind of stand still.
Thursday Morning Headlines
People shot in South Seattle last night, potentially longer bar hours, more Kemperwatch, a series of alleged Fred Meyer gropings, an admitted child molester being allowed to watch his own video evidence, libraries, A LOT OF TOLLS and more in this morning's headlines.
Take-Backs!: Downtown Parking May Not Actually Increase to $4 an Hour
One of the most contentious decisions of last year was Mayor Mike McGinn's proposal to increase parking in downtown areas to a whopping $4 an hour, with a 50-cent increase in certain other areas.
"Don't Let Those Light Rail Hoboes Near Bell Square!"
Damon Agnos at the Weekly reports on the the coalition suing to prevent I-90 light rail from happening, a weird last-ditch attempt to keep Seattle from driving its train deep into the Eastside, again and oh god again, via tunnel. The suit--claiming light rail can't use I-90 because that would besmirch its use by upstanding automobile drivers--is ridiculous, as are most of Kemper Freeman's suits. Personally, we can't wait to pull on our flip-flops and stained wife-beater, hit the light rail, and terrorize the hell out of Bell Square while drinking our Volvic out of a brown paper bag.

