Despite rumors of snow in outlying areas, Seattle proper saw little of the action. But that doesn't mean that there weren't other news events swirling while you were sleeping.
Friday Morning Headlines: The Return of Rick's
If You Bought Rick's for $2.35 Million, Please Come Forward
Yesterday, the Feds made some extra spending cash by selling what may be the last piece of the Seattle area's dwindling seedy underbelly. But they won't tell us who bought it, and we're dying to know.
Thursday Morning Headlines
The former spot of Rick's is under new ownership, an attempted prison break, triumph on a mountain, Amanda Knox (again), a stolen doggy (oh no!), rounded out with a wholesome game of Pretty Pretty Princess.
Extra, Extra
Finally! The chance for you to own your very own strip club! Plus mildly surprising figures for the cost and operation of the tunnel, the Pooping Postman won't be joining the ranks of the unemployed, a standoff in Bellevue and (big surprise) a prediction of rain for the weekend.
Neighborhood News and Local Blog Round-Up
- The light rail isn't even officially opened, and it's already getting grief (and being hit by cars too) from Tukwila residents, who are complaining about loud (88 decibels worth) of high-pitched squeaking from the recent light rail test runs.
- Yesterday, the Seattle Courant (which dubbed itself "Seattle's first online daily newspaper") kicked the bucket. Although the editor still believes "real journalism will survive the transition from analog to digital," he warns us all "it's just going to be scary for a bit."
- The P-I's Seattle 911 blog didn't get a warm welcome from the
classy broadsinfamous Rick's dancers (awaiting the big bosses' legal outcome) who flat-out told the guy, "Newspaper reporters aren't good for us."
7 Astounding Yet True Facts About the Lusty Lady
FACT: The $20 that buys a 2-minute lap dance at Déjà Vu gets you 20 minutes of glassed-in nudity at the Lusty Lady. One quarter keeps a peep show window open for just 15 seconds. (Allegedly. Last time we were there, we weren't scoping out our watch.)

