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Meet the cops who give Doritos to potheads!



After Washington voters legalized pot in November, Seattle’s PD

wants to be “cool,” and connect with the weed crowd


Meet the cops who give Doritos to potheads!Seattle Police Department Detectives hand out bags of Doritos during the Hempfest rally in Seattle, August 17, 2013. (Credit: Reuters/Matt Mcknight)

“Never in my career did I guess that I’d be passing out delicious snacks at Hempfest,” Sean Whitcomb told Salon. “But that happened.” Hempfest goers seemed equally surprised to find Whitcomb, a sergeant in the Seattle Police Department, handing out bags of Doritos and not court summonses among the bong vendors and joint smokers at the city’s annual outdoor pot festival.

They’re typically arch-nemeses, potheads and police officers, but the munchies were a big hit and both sides seemed to relish the irony, with the bags now selling on eBay for as much as much as $50 a pop.

Whitcomb and his fellow officers are trying to make positive interactions like this between two groups historically skeptical of each other more commonplace after voters in the Evergreen State legalized pot in November. They’re trying to educate — the Doritos bags came with information about the new law — but beyond that, they’re trying to make a connection.

Like parents who look the other way as their kids drink a few beers with friends (but confiscate everyone’s keys), the Seattle cops also seem almost desperate to be liked. They return confiscated stasheswrite funny blog posts and use their official Twitter account to announce that the chief of police pulled over a truck adorned with fake pot leaves — in order to give the driver directions to Hempfest. And so what if there’s nothing less cool that someone trying really hard to be cool — can you really blame them?

“Absurd marijuana prohibition laws have long fueled contempt for law enforcement officials, and this type of outreach can help patch up that relationship between police and the public,” said Mason Tvert of the Marijuana Policy Project, a pro-legalization group based in Washington, D.C. “It is great to see … The Seattle Police Department appears to be moving forward with the voters, as opposed to resisting the changes demanded by voters, which is unfortunately still the case in far too many communities that have embraced reform.”

Suspicious package at downtown hotel is big pot package


Suspicious package at downtown hotel is big pot package

A package left at the downtown Four Seasons Hotel Seattle on Thursday prompted a large police and firefighter response, but turned out to be six pounds of marijuana.

A hazardous materials crew from Seattle Fire and the Seattle Police Department’s arson and bomb squad converged on the hotel about 12:45 p.m. at First Avenue and Union Street. Staff had found a lumpy package covered in plastic wrap, police reports say.

Though police reported the package was left outside a vacant unit, the hotel’s public relations firm contacted the P-I on Friday to say that the package was delivered by the U.S. Postal Service to the hotel’s concierge desk.

Police and fire officials opened the package and discovered six pounds of pot, covered in several layers of packaging and petroleum jelly, according to police.

Police seized the package, to be destroyed by the evidence unit. Six pounds, of course, amounts to more than the one-ounce legal possession limit in Washington.

Meg Paynor, of Paynor PR, which represents Four Season, wrote on Friday, “Under no circumstances would an unattended package be left outside a guest room.”

This post was updated Friday afternoon to include a response from the public relations firm representing the Four Seasons Hotel.

‘The Weed Fairy’ Visits Seattle, Gives out Pot


‘The Weed Fairy’ Visits Seattle, Gives out Pot

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SEATTLE May 29, 2014 (AP)

By MANUEL VALDES Associated Press

Associated Press

A woman who calls herself the “Weed Fairy” distributed free nuggets of marijuana to people in Seattle over Memorial Day weekend, taping the free pot on fliers around a city neighborhood.

The woman, 23-year-old Yeni Sleidi, says she does it to amuse people and to give them a break from everyday stress.

She said 50 fliers had nuggets taped to them.

“People mostly laughed,” Sleidi said Wednesday.

The woman said she first came up with the idea in New York, where she lived during the government shutdown, because several of her friends were affected by it. She wanted to distract them from the stress. Her actions, though, drew plenty of coverage from the media.

“I’m not sure what the thought process was but I thought people would be amused by it,” she said.

The fliers posted in Seattle came with the message: “These are tough times. Take this weed.” Sleidi posted her free marijuana in one of Seattle’s most urban neighborhoods, known for its nightlife and counterculture.

Washington is one of two states that legalized recreational marijuana in 2012.

Sleidi said it was the first time she felt comfortable with attaching her name to her deeds.

“I felt so relaxed about it… I wouldn’t feel comfortable doing it elsewhere in the country,” she said.

A call to the Seattle Police Department to ask about the pot distribution effort was not immediately returned.

Seattle’s “haunted vending machine” is creeping everyone out

Seattle’s “haunted vending machine” is creeping everyone out

Seattle's "haunted vending machine" is creeping everyone out

The Pacific Northwest is home to some of the world’s most enduring mysteries. Sasquatch, D.B. Cooper, and a bottomless pit with supernatural powers all call Washington home, but one of the weirdest unsolved enigmas is that of Seattle’s “haunted vending machine”. It’s a strange case that’s been mystifying curious locals for at least 15 years, and no one has even come close to cracking it.

The antiquated machine sits alone on a sidewalk, wrapped in dents and faded graffiti, and you wouldn’t be faulted for thinking it didn’t actually work. But upon closer inspection, it’s clear to see that the machine is plugged in, its yellowing backlights still flickering. What makes this machine so mysterious doesn’t lie in its appearance, but in its stock.

Seattle's "haunted vending machine" is creeping everyone out

For seventy-five cents, the machine randomly conjures up a rainbow of bizarre flavors, many of which don’t even exist anymore, but even stranger than the mystery flavors is where they come from. In almost two decades, no one has ever seen someone stock the machine. In fact.. no one even knows who it belongs to, just that is never seems to run out.

VICE writer Hillary Pollack launched her own investigation into the mystery machine, starting at Broadway Locksmith, the closest building to the everlasting well of high fructose corn syrup.

“I’ve honestly never seen anyone open it,” offers Mickey, the locksmith business’s earnest-sounding general manager. “Do people get soda out of it frequently?” I ask him “Oh yeah, all the time. All day long,” he said. ” And yet in a decade-and-a-half, you’ve never seen anyone tampering with it or refilling it?” I asked. “Nope,” he shrugged, “He must come in the middle of the night on a weekend or something.”

Unconvinced that Mickey and his locksmith mignions had nothing to do with the machine, I pressed him for knowledge. “Are you sure that you’re not the one who collects money out of it?” “No, ma’am,” he insisted. “I think they run on the same power as our address, but that’s it.” Mickey also claims that people often gather around the machine to stare at it with frightened wonder, or put entire rolls of quarters into its bowels in hopes of decoding its mystery-button logic.

Much like Bigfoot, it appears that the secret of Seattle’s “haunted vending machine” isn’t going to be solved anytime soon, but for those of us with a few spare quarters and a thirst for mystery, that’s not exactly a bad thing.

Want to do a bit of investigating of your own? Follow this handy map, but be sure to bring some change!

Hiway America -Vason Island,Washinton-the bicycle eaten by a tree



Vashon Island, Washington: Bicycle Eaten by Tree
Voracious fir tree has slowly absorbed a bicycle leaned against it. Local sheriff Don Puz says it was his bike, and he abandoned it in 1954 or 1955 — but no one really knows.



Near 20312 Vashon Hwy. SW, Vashon Island, WADirections: The bike tree is off of Vashon Highway (which runs between the Seattle and Tacoma ferry ports on either end of the island) on the northeast corner of the Vashon Highway and SW 204 St. intersection, about 50-60 ft (very rough guesstimate) into the woods on the north side of Sound Food Cafe.RA Rates:Worth a Detour

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Bicycle Eaten by a Tree. Bicycle Eaten by Tree

Look for the wooden bridge at north end of the clearing.
[John, 08/02/2013]
Bicycle eaten by a tree. Vashon Bike Tree

My sister and I went on the hunt for the Vashon Bike Tree and found it yesterday. There are no signs or markings at all but a small path behind the building next to the Sound Cafe. It totally lived up to our expectations! The only thing missing were the handle bars. We were so surprised that the front wheel still turned.
[Connie, 07/18/2012]
Bicycle in tree. Bicycle Eaten by Tree

We stopped by the bike-eating tree today and it was still in good shape. There’s a park-and-ride across the street where you can park, then walk across the street. The tree is about 80 feet away down the trail.
[P Plash, 08/09/2007]
Bicycle Eaten by a Tree. Bicycle Eaten by Tree

Photo of the Bicycle Eaten by Tree taken on July 15, 2006 with handle-bar/front-wheel assemblage reattached.

Accessibility note: The short trail leading to the bike has a 1-2 foot rough ledge that may be difficult for elderly or handicapped visitors to climb.
[Kev F, 07/23/2006]
Bicycle Eaten by Tree

“Aunt Vy’s” son Jim, a friend of Berkeley Breathed, has recently cleared out around the Bicycle Tree and repaired the bike. In addition, “Aunt Vy” has been given a copy of the “original” history of this fun Vashon legend by the woman who lived it and wrote it; copies are available at the Country Store and Gardens, across the street from the Bicycle Tree.
[Vy Biel, 02/11/2006]



One red paperclip

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The paperclip that Kyle MacDonald traded for a house.

The website One red paperclip was created by Kyle MacDonald, a Canadian blogger who bartered his way from a single red paperclip to a house in a series of online trades over the course of a year.[1] MacDonald was inspired by the childhood game Bigger, Better, and the site received a considerable amount of notice for tracking the transactions. “A lot of people have been asking how I’ve stirred up so much publicity around the project, and my simple answer is: ‘I have no idea'”, he told the BBC.[2]

Trading timeline[edit]

MacDonald made his first trade, a red paper clip for a fish-shaped pen, on July 14, 2005. He reached his goal of trading up to a house with the fourteenth transaction, trading a movie role for a house. This is the list of all transactions MacDonald made:[2]





Police: Angry ranch fan attacks 68-year-old Jack in the Box customer

By  Published: Oct 14, 2013 at 2:32 PM PDT
 SEATTLE — A man whose love of ranch dressing is apparently equaled only by his hair-trigger temper attacked a 68-year-old customer at a Ballard Jack in the Box after informed his third packet of ranch would not be free, according to the Seattle Police Department.

According to police, the man had already asked for and received two packets of ranch from a cashier at the fast-food restaurant. When he asked for a third, he was informed it would cost 25 cents.

This caused the man to lose his temper and berate the cashier about being overcharged, according to police. The cashier, perhaps realizing he isn’t paid enough to deal with this kind of thing, gave the man a third free packet of ranch.

Unsatisfied, the man continued to yell until a concerned 68-year-old customer tried to intervene. According to police, the man knocked the other customer over and left the restaurant.

Before riding off on a purple bicycle, the man mentioned something about having a knife.

Warning: If you see this man on the street, please do not mention the Dick’s Drive-In condiment policy.





Young Ride The Rails To Nowhere — New Hobos Find More Bleakness Than Romance

By Linda Keene

 HOPPING A TRAIN may sound like a romantic adventure. But for the teens and young adults forming a new generation of hobos, the reality is a rough, dangerous search for meaning beyond the streets.

With matted blond hair, soiled clothing and a faraway look, he stands on an overpass looking down on the Interbay rail yard and the freight trains he’s ridden for years.

But he is not an old grizzled tramp.

He is a homeless 22-year-old man named “Creek,” part of a new generation of young hobos riding the rails. Nevada, Utah, Nebraska and Iowa – he’s hopped trains to each state since he left his family’s West Seattle home at 14.

He and a friend peer into the rail yard as the setting sun glints off box cars and tracks that promise new sights and adventure. The young men won’t be riding tonight, but who’s to say what the future will bring? As hobos, freedom will call them again.

That may sound overly romantic, and it is. Although the notion of young hobos has a novel and appealing ring to it, the reality of their lives is bleak.

“Creek” and “Fre,” as the two call themselves, are homeless, jobless dropouts who drink away their self-doubts and ride the rails to escape dreary lives.

For years, they have slept in flop-houses or under freeway spans, as do many other young people now riding the trains.

Once the province of old tramps or immigrants who often found work at the end of the line, freight trains lure more and more teenagers and young adults who hop on in an elusive search for a life and meaning beyond the streets.

That’s how it is for the dozens who show up in Seattle each year, carrying little more than backpacks, bed rolls and maybe a guitar or skateboard. Usually, they make their way to the University District, where free dinners are served through the “Teen Feed” program run by the University Street Ministry.

It is there, in the basement of churches, where they meet and discuss their lives.

Fre and Creek, for example, both dropped out of high school and left home in their teens. Creek wears canvas tennis shoes wrapped in duct tape below yellow pants that are soiled and baggy. Fre has silver rings through his nose and ears. Chains encircle his neck and wrists.

Abby is another homeless rail rider, a 16-year-old girl with her long hair dyed purple and a ring through her nose.

In May, she took a freight train between Portland and San Francisco, carrying her farther from her home in Minneapolis. She sleeps at people’s houses, or in the parks.

Troy is 17. He rode into Seattle from Bellingham two weeks ago. He panhandles for food and alcohol. He has no idea where he’ll be in three years.

“Anything could happen,” he says with a shrug. “I could get run over by a train.”

There are dangers for young hobos, and Troy offers this advice: Bring warm clothing, food, water and a weapon for defense.

Rory Marcotte agrees there are hazards. “I’ve had to make bonfires to stay warm,” says the 21-year-old Spokane native, whose scalp is shaved in swaths between twigs of matted hair. “I’ve traveled with tramps, too – they’ll take your stuff and knife your throat.”

Most young rail-riders, however, save their most dire warnings for rail-yard security officers, known as “bulls.” Creek tells this story:

Two years ago, on a trip through North Platte, Neb., he had jumped off a train and was stopped by a rail-yard officer.

“I know you just got off the train and if I catch you again, you risk six months in jail,” the man told Creek.

Well, what is risk to a young transient?

Creek went for food, returned to the rail yard and hid under a bridge. He waited for a grain car, which has a small platform ideal for stowaways, but didn’t see one. So he and a traveling companion opted for a coal car. They climbed up and into the coal bin, wedging themselves down into a corner of the large, open container.

“The train started moving, and then it stopped,” said Creek. “All of a sudden, we saw two wrists come up over the edge, carrying guns. They told us to throw our backpacks out and get down. I was scared, man. I was scared.”

But rather than landing in jail, they were put in a truck and dropped off in a Nebraska corn field.

Jail time, fines await trespassers

Creek was lucky. Rail riding is criminal trespassing and punishable by varying jail terms and fines, depending on the local laws where the arrest is made.

Between May 1992 and May 1993, Burlington Northern Railroad discovered 6,656 trespassers on its trains or rail yards throughout the West.

Of those, 1,283 were arrested, said Bill Stairs, assistant chief special agent for the railroad. Most of those arrested were undocumented immigrants, but the company is starting to crack down on others.

“It’s really dangerous,” Stairs said. “The rail yards have a lot of heavy machinery; transients often get injured or run over by trains.”

Fatalities are high. Nationally, more than 500 trespassers are killed every year by moving trains or crushed between cars. In Washington, 36 trespassers have been killed in rail yards in the past two years.

More efficient than hitchhiking

Those dangers, however, don’t deter young riders who often have no other way to travel.

At Teen Feed, for example, most of the rail riders are jobless and homeless and live hand-to-mouth every day. They ride less for the glamour and thrill than the sheer necessity of getting a free ride somewhere. They are just as likely to hitchhike, although there are advantages to clambering aboard a train.

“You get there quicker,” Troy said. “Nevada, for example, would be impossible to hitchhike across.”

He has ridden freights across the desert there, or rumbled into the rail yards at Salt Lake City. The dry lands of eastern California have passed by his boxcar, as have the mountains of the Pacific Northwest. Does that make him a hobo?

“Definitely,” he said. “If anybody’s going to call me anything, hobo’s the best.







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Boozers deface Jimi Hendrix statue, get arrested

Thursday, September 19, 2013 by:Scott Sunde

Dung Nguyen of Cleanscapes spreads a product called "Elephant Snot" onto graffiti sprayed on Capitol Hill's iconic Jimmy Hendrix statue on Broadway. The product helps remove spray paint. Two men were arrested for a blatant graffiti spree Wednesday night. (Joshua Trujillo, seattlepi.com)

Dung Nguyen of Cleanscapes spreads a product called “Elephant Snot” onto graffiti sprayed on Capitol Hill’s iconic Jimi Hendrix statue on Broadway. The product helps remove spray paint. Two men were arrested for a blatant graffiti spree Wednesday night. (Joshua Trujillo, seattlepi.com)

Seattle police have arrested and jailed two men, ages 20 and 21, who defaced the statue of favorite son Jimi Hendrix on Broadway as part of a spray-painting spree.

The men were not criminal masterminds. There was the drinking before it all began. The security camera and Metro bus driver who photographed them, and the numerous witnesses who watched them. Then, too, they did have paint on them by the time Seattle police found them.

Before 8 p.m. Wednesday, police got reports of two drunk men painting the Hendrix statue and construction equipment in the 1600 block of Broadway.

You don't step on Superman's cape or mess with Mr. Hendrix in this town

You don’t step on Superman’s cape or mess with Mr. Hendrix in this town

Witnesses told police the men bought spray paint at a local store and came out to deface the statue.

Then they used the spray paint on construction equipment, a building, utility box and signs.

Their getaway: Take a Metro bus to downtown.

Of course, they used the paint on the bus as they got off at Eighth Avenue and Olive Way, police say. The Metro driver took their photograph and alerted authorities.

The two continued to paint buildings as they walked to downtown, police said.

Police checked surveillance video of the two buying the paint. Meanwhile, transit police stopped the men at Third and Pike.

Officers and witness on Capitol Hill went downtown. The witnesses identified the men.

Both men had paint on their hands and clothes, police say. And one had cans of spray paint in his pocket and backpack.

And to answer the musical questions, the two are now experienced. And then some.


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