I could have been a Dick’s Drive-In employee
When the Lord blesses all of you with kids, I hope they are more sensible than I was as a kid – a kid who grew up in Ballard and spent a lot of time at Dick’s Drive-In. I’m glad to say that the burger joint has only grown since my teenage years.
Dick’s is currently taking online votes so locals can weigh in on where they would like the next location to be – the Eastside or south of Seattle. Now bear in mind, that a place like Dick’s can be more than a simple stop-and-go burger shop. For my friends and I, it was tradition. Today, it’s nostalgia that I can still drive up to.
I loved the place so much, I almost went to work at Dick’s as a teenager. But fate had other plans.
At least three days a week, at Ballard High School, we would pile into the back of Tim Salo’s bright orange Datsun pick-up truck and go flying up 15th to Holman Road to the Dick’s Drive-In. I would always get the same thing. I’m better now, but at the time I couldn’t eat hamburgers with ketchup and mustard on them. I always considered those the Devil’s condiments. And they didn’t do special orders. So the only thing I could get was French fries and a hot fudge sundae. Like I said, I hope your kids are more sensible.
So I would take my fries and sundae, and pile back into the truck with my buddies, and we would ride around Ballard, eating Dick’s food. It was our tradition.
I loved it so much, I applied and got offered a job at the Dick’s on Holman Road; the same one I spent so much time at as a customer. I admit, I was partially enticed by the fact employees could drink as much fountain beverages as they liked. Another reason could have been the college plans that Dick’s is so well-known for.
But I turned them down.
At the same time I was offered a job at a print shop. And that’s where I went, and took a different path. I could have been a Dick’s employee, but instead, I ended up as a radio personality. Leave the puns alone, please.