[See update at the bottom to support the project] If you’ve ever explained the concept of Monkeyshines to someone outside...
If you’ve ever driven on North 30th and had a, “What the hell was that thing?” moment, you’ve surely encountered one of Steve LaBerge’s creations. An insurance agent by day, he’s a mad fiberglass artist by night.
If you are thinking of taking a class at a community college, or if you have a child, if you are in business that cares if people have disposable income to spend in your shop, if you are patriotic and think America is the best country in the world, or if you pay taxes—which, if you think about it, is almost everyone—then you should know a dirty little secret about community colleges.
Photo courtesy of Matt Ingram. As we roll into 2020, it’s time to take a look back at the photos...
Header photo by Sierra HartmanAll other images courtesy of Over Tacoma Most who are self-quarantining right now spend their time...
Many think of Northwest weather as a wet, grey homogenous blob. Not so! This Northwest native will tell you it changes by the minute and, good or bad, it'll keep you on your toes.
Whether it’s 2020 or the 1920s, it’s easy to stroll through downtown Tacoma under the assumption all the tall buildings...
There’s something uniquely attractive about old neon signs. Even when they’re rusty and busted, they retain a spirit of Americana that you just don’t come across very often outside of ‘50s diners and tattoo parlors.
Nestled in downtown Tacoma in a narrow park stands a totem pole. At one point, it was brightly painted, but the paint is faded. Graffiti is carved into the base. At the top sits an eagle with wings spread, as if surveying the port below.
Getting truly high in Tacoma isn't as easy as one might expect. Sure, there are pot shops on quite a few corners, but we just can't compete with the likes of Denver, Colorado. This is sea level, man.
In May of 1903, Tacoma unveiled what was then the world’s tallest totem pole. It stood next to the Tacoma...
When Mark Twain arrived in Tacoma in 1895 he was broke, smoking 10 cigars a day, and seemingly unimpressed by the area. Much like our summer of 2017, wildfires were wreaking havoc in Washington and most of our beautiful scenery was completely hidden from view.
