Make no mistake, in America you can do anything and become anything you want, even it it’s illegal. All you have to do is work at it.
If you’ve been around Enumclaw more than eight or 10 years and if, in your time, you have haunted any of the local bars, you’ll surely recall the old Rainier Tavern.
When I was a little kid, Enumclaw had two motion picture theaters: The Liberty was located where the police station is today and the Avalon was sandwiched in a space that’s currently empty between Harding Dentistry and Allen’s Furniture.
Back in the day — way back before the turn of the 20th century — frontiersmen in the Enumclaw area were digging outhouses and falling trees on their land-grant property. They were affectionately known as “stump farmers.” The timber was of some value and they used the profits to purchase cows, hoping to develop dairy farms.
T’was the day before Christmas and o’re the Plateau,
From Diamond to Buckley we’re all on the go;
Looking back upon the Christmases I’ve known, a few stand out prominently from all the rest. This doesn’t mean those Christmases were necessarily the most enjoyable, only that they were more memorable.
My favorite blended alcoholic drink is the Manhattan. Unfortunately, it’s very difficult to find a really fine Manhattan anywhere outside Manhattan, but I’ve enjoyed a few in some of Seattle’s more exclusive restaurants; for example, the Hunt Club in the Sorrento Hotel.
Tina Cullison graduated from Auburn High School, married Justin Solmonsen 20 years ago, and has been living in Graham ever since. A few weeks ago, she took over the site and much of the inventory that was formerly City Perk and, in its place, opened The Parlor Room.
People occasionally ask what political party I’m affiliated with. More recently, they ask if I’m leaning toward Obama or Romney.
If you’ve read these columns with any regularity for any length of time, the answer is probably clear.
I can’t remember exactly when I first smoked pot. Perhaps that’s understandable because it was sometime during the Sixties – and you know what they say about remembering the Sixties.
Some people call me a writer. Others feel it’s a bit more accurate to label me a columnist. When I tell them I’m also playing around with a few novels, they’re usually more impressed. “Oh!” one lady exclaimed and arched her eyebrow. “So you’re an author!” Others call me things that aren’t fit for a family newspaper.
Well, you know how it goes in the world of fashion: here today and gone tomorrow. At the moment, colored jeans are hot, but you wouldn’t be caught dead in pink jeans by next summer. (Of course. if you start wearing them 10 years from now, you’ll probably be rather cool again.)
Well, I was gonna check my email the other night, which I’m sure is also a daily ritual for many of you. I clicked on the Internet but received, instead, a rather startling and unsettling result.
