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There’s always a way to tell who’s new and who’s ‘in-the-know’ in Enumclaw.
If you want to catch a glimpse of what the future holds for all of us, pay close attention to the hi-tech people in Redmond.
I’m not a farmer — I suspect you already know that — but I live on three acres and, given the price of hay trucked from Yakima, there are farmers in the Krain area willing to cut and bale my field.
My friends, Artificial Intelligence (AI) is advancing in such leaps and bounds it boggles my imagination.
To begin, we have “Ann’s Fudge and Bakery,” which offers a wonderfully enticing selection of baked, creative confections.
I first went in the place one winter’s evening when I was 8 or 9 years old.
There was a time in the distant past when a friend and I opened a coffeehouse in Richmond, Virginia. We called it the “Rhinoceros” and,… Continue reading
Well, if you’ve seen him in one of his more outrageous moods and costumes, you’ve probably wondered what such a creature is all about.
Well gang, another year is shot to hell. And it didn’t take long to slide away.
Through the many years I’ve written these columns, I have on occasion, especially during the holiday season – in fact, I suspect, only during the holidays – offered recipes for some of my favorite dishes, drinks and sweets.
One can gather considerable evidence and build a pretty sound argument that the income gap between wealthy Americans and the rest of us is greater now than at any other time in the last 100 years – even greater than it was during the Depression or in the early 1900s when Teddy Roosevelt took on the Robber Barons.
Well friends, we have another crazy damned bunch of hellions stomping around in the Middle East. (This being a family newspaper, I’m not allowed to use more colorful and appropriate descriptive terms.)
Far back in ancient times, the Druids and wizards of the Celtic region held an annual drunken orgy and harvest festival on Oct. 31.
You might remember seeing a chainsaw sculpture of Sasquatch at Enumclaw’s sidewalk sale last summer. It’s not that the work exhibits any special skill or innovative techniques, but rather it makes an impression simply because it’s so big – maybe 10 feet tall.
Way back in the 1920s, Enumclaw had an informal, intimate kind of up-front, small-town personal charm. The line between right and wrong was sharply and easily drawn, social intimacy promoted more trust and crime of a felonious nature – except for bootlegging – was almost nonexistent.
You may have seen him walking along state Route 410 between Buckley and Bonney Lake or on SR 169 between McHugh Avenue and the Stop an’ Shop corner.
I’m not sure when Fred Nolte, of Deep Lake fame, originally built the Cumberland saloon. Suffice to say, he opened it as a hotel sometime before 190
A few weeks ago, Art Pohlot died. He was a good friend – and that, of course, is one of the highest compliments I can pay him or anyone else.
My property borders the old Wohlman horse stable, located on 400th Street Southeast, a block or two from the Krain restaurant.
The high-tech world that’s inundated all of us since the turn of the century has divided the whole of civilization into two parts: the Pre-Digital Age and the Post-Digital Age.