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Amy Burnett

Downtown Bremerton housing history defies one’s wildest imagination.

The gun-toting, brothel-baring city reluctantly shaped up in 1905 when the US Navy threatened to pull out of town if it didn’t shape up.

Blue-collar neighborhood cluster houses began to blanket the rolling city hills. The moderate houses were, for the most part, each unique to themselves. A lot of those hundred year-old modest houses still stand. read more »


Some economists only read books about cities like Bremerton. And it reads like an epic novel that repeats itself over and over. The same old story of the vibrant city that falls to the wayside as progress reaches to virgin soil that can be molded under a developer’s majestic dream or the reality of opportunity.

And so goes Bremerton — chapter after chapter. Enter my chapter; and in the abandon swell and smell of damp sheetrock and urine soaked side streets emerge persons hungry for a place. Those persons are called artists. read more »


Marketing is as tall as it is wide. It’s the crossing of an ocean or the breath of a word. It’s hard enough to market art, let alone when that art is in Bremerton, because Bremerton itself needs to be marketed.

This complex issue particularly came to mind last week when I was in Tacoma. I’m in a bagel shop on Broadway, a couple of blocks from the State Historical Museum and the Dale Chihuli Glass Museum. Progress is going on everywhere, and people are scrambling here and there. read more »

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