Tom is a native, proud of it, apt to spend weekends wearing a Husky Rose Bowl sweatshirt under his blue coveralls. Here we have Tom pictured next to his vintage Mustang, which he keeps pristinely waxed and safe in a garage so devoid of dirt, one could eat off the cement floor.

Tom was born and raised in Magnolia, a strangely suburban westerly nook of Seattle where roots are deep. It is probably one of the most sedate and stable of Seattle neighborhoods, and it is here that Tom Reeder has flourished.

Tom has lived in the same house since he was born. His parents are both, sadly, deceased, and Tom took over the family house on Condon Way years ago. Every morning, Tom heads off to work the 5:30 a.m. shift at Kerry Foods. Tom mixes spices. Sometimes he brings us cinnamon sugar. We wish he'd bring us saffron, since it costs a million dollars an ounce. But beggars can't be choosers.

Point is: Tom's a great great dad, husband and a great neighbor who keeps his Magnolia estate-let unnaturally neat and tidy. His kids think he's a little obsessive-compulsive. Maybe they're right. But Tom's a Seattle original. A clean one.