When I moved to Ballard at the beginning of 2021, my knowledge of the neighborhood and its Scandinavian roots was superficial and mostly past-tense. My grandma’s friend Norm, the son of a Norwegian fisher, grew up here (and still makes pilgrimages for fish cakes). And like everyone else with a soft spot for ’90s Seattle, I watched defunct sketch comedy show Almost Live! parody the neighborhood with a driving instructor who bestows “Uff da!” stickers on the bumpers of Ballard’s deeply incompetent drivers.
So hopefully my own Norwegian ancestors can forgive me for assuming the horns I heard on May 17 were some sort of Seattle
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