If you had a car in 1920s Tacoma and wanted to show off in front of other motorheads, you didn’t...
When we talk to people about the magazine they’re often surprised to hear that there’s only two of us running...
If you’ve recently seen someone with a sketchbook out in Tacoma you may very well have come across Taylor Sampey....
Everyone has their favorite Christmas light houses in Tacoma but sometimes they’re hard to find in unfamiliar neighborhoods.
Ready to take a peek inside what it looks like to live inside a downtown Tacoma penthouse? Here's an opportunity to gawk, courtesy of the one currently for sale atop 747 St. Helens Ave.
Have you ever wondered how long it would take nature to reclaim a neighborhood if everyone just got up and left? It’s hard to say how long an average house would last, but if you wiped the neighborhood off the map and left the ground bare, 67 years is, evidently, more than enough time to blend the land back into the surrounding wilderness.
When Stadium Bowl first opened in 1910 it was a pretty big deal. Theodore Roosevelt visited a year later and had this to say about it:
After the sun sets, and long after most of us are resting at home, photographer Danny Crelling is out on the streets. In part, because that's the time he can eke out away from his day job and three young children, and in part because Tacoma by night is really fucking beautiful.
You may not know it, but Downtown Tacoma has played an important role in the recovery of peregrine falcons for nearly 20 years. The tall buildings emulate the rocky cliffs falcons naturally gravitate to. That, combined with a ready supply of pigeons, makes for prime falcon real estate.
Last November, an electrical fire ripped through the center of the 90 year old building on 6th Ave. that had been the home of Northwest Costume since 1982. Most of the costumes were damaged or destroyed and the business has been closed since then.
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.
When I walked into Victoria Woodards’ office on her 61st day on the job, she looked up sheepishly from her sandwich. She asked if I minded if she finished her lunch. I said no, and as she thanked me, she checked her phone, the back of which read in gold letters, “Glitter is my favorite color.”