I lived in Seattle for a little over ten years and became familiar enough with the city.  Among the major neighborhoods, I frequented the U District the most after Capitol Hill, where I lived.  In contrast, I visited Ballard and Fremont the least, mainly because it took longer to get there on bus. (I owned a car for less than a year.)  I might have gone to Ballard no more than twice, and learned most about it from a fellow who supervised one of my L’Arche disabled housemates at their work.  This fellow was inducted into the Sons of Norway, the ethnic organization whose members met at the Leif Erickson Lodge in Ballard, and knew quite a few things about the neighborhood.

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