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Today I find myself in a philosophical mood. When this has happened in the past, it's frequently resulted in a philosophical column. This is no exception.
Traditionally, June is the month for weddings. Most marriages are conducted in a church. But during the past 30 years, an increasing number of nuptials are defying custom and are taking place outdoors.
You may not know Ann and Toby Larson unless you spend an occasional afternoon haunting the Lee lounge, in which case you probably know them quite well. And, if that’s the case, you might have played the pull tabs with them. Or joined them in the football pool. Perhaps the state lottery? You see, the Larsons are gamblin’ fools.
Well, if you go back far enough, there was a stable and/or blacksmith shop at the corner of Cole Street and Initial Avenue. Then along came retired flight attendant, Marilyn Nelson. She bought the building and planned to open another antique mall after, she said, “a little remodeling,” which was a slight understatement to be sure.
Today I’d like to address the younger set, if any of them happen to read these columns. Say, those men and women younger than 25 years of age.
Just in case you didn’t know – like, you’ve been living in a cave or something – we have a new hospital.
There’s a painting by an artist whose name escapes me, if I ever knew it, that depicts Christ floating above the Founding Fathers during the… Continue reading
In the next few days, Enumclaw’s Radio Shack will close its doors. Permanently. And there you are. Another vacant building on Cole Street. Craig Gammon has been managing the business for the past 17 years. Most of you probably don’t know him in that capacity because you’ve never been in the store, which is precisely why the place is closing.
A couple of days ago, I was treated to the damnedest collection of taste sensations I’ve experienced in a long time. As mentioned in one of these columns a few weeks ago, I’ve experimented with a wide variety of wines and refined my preference accordingly, but I was completely unprepared for the vino I stumbled across that particular afternoon.
Diane Mills is the stepdaughter of Les Stehr, who has owned the Lee Restaurant and Lounge for the past 35 years, give or take a few days. Now, she owns the place.
Throughout much of my life, I’ve been apolitical. I was either too busy chasing ladies to pay any attention to politics or else I didn’t perceive any difference between the candidates: they were all a bunch of crooks. I didn’t bother to vote, though there was one exception. In the late 1960s, during my more wild and rebellious days, I took the advise of pop-subversive Abbie Hoffman and I voted for his pig.
Liz Reynolds is an energetic, bright-eyed, middle-age, “young” lady who’s a friend of mine.
During the past 30 years, I can’t remember having dinner without a glass of wine. It’s healthy, you know. Good for the heart. In that length of time I’ve sampled many types of vino and fine-tuned my tastes. Still, I’m no connoisseur by any stretch, which is why I like to discuss the subject with someone who is.
Good morning, class. Today’s topic is addiction and some of the mistaken ideas we have about it.
In case you didn’t know – and I suspect that’s especially true of a large number of newcomers – Enumclaw has a historical museum at the corner of Marion Street and Washington Avenue.
What goes around, comes around, and Sunday evening it’s time for the Academy Awards.
In case you haven’t heard, those with liberal political views have a new hero: Rolling Stone reporter Matt Taibbi.
Despite the dominance of instantaneous e-mail, the U.S. Postal Service isn’t about to follow the Pony Express into oblivion.
I had an old, wooden, dilapidated shed on the South 40 behind my house.
As I sat at the breakfast table, with the fragrant odor of Yuban coffee wafting about my nostrils while gazing through the steel-gray fog and clouds surrounding my house and scattered across my field, I shivered at the thought of stumbling outside into the freezing temps to get some firewood and fully realized with astounding clarity that this would be my destiny for at least another six to eight weeks.