The other day I heard about a Black Diamond memorial to Washington state’s coal mining past, so I drove across the river to check things out. I suspect this project has been in various stages of development for a number of years, but this whimsical storyteller just learned about it.
This column has frequently showered considerable praise on Pike Place Market in downtown Seattle.
This column has frequently showered considerable praise on Pike Place Market in downtown Seattle.
People sometimes ask what I think of modern rock, rap and the pop scene in general. I usually say I don’t think much about it; that is, I rarely pay any attention to it.
Many know Bridget Peterson as a former employee in Suburban Soul.” When that business closed its doors – yet another victim of our screwed up economy – she decided to open a store of her own, which was something she had wanted to do for many years. So, a couple months ago, she finally did. She was eminently qualified, having spent more than 15 years in the retail clothing business, including nine years with Nordstrom and four years with The Gap.
Like most of you, I do nearly all my grocery shopping in the local grocery stores. I’ll continue to do this even though – given the pesticides, preservatives, genetic engineering, color additives, growth hormones and a host of other chemicals – no one is sure what we’re actually eating or what the long-term consequences might be.
So now, if you please, a little local Banking History 101.
Like the antique store, the restaurant in Collectibles On Cole has been open for more than a year. Marilyn Nelson, owner of the whole operation – that is, both the antique side and the cafe – ran the restaurant, with various cooks and servers, during the first few months.
Across the Auburn Highway from the Enumclaw Sales barn, on the southwest corner of the intersection of state Route 164 and 228th Avenue Southeast, there’s a stand of fir trees that’s known as the Farmers’ Picnic Grounds. At least that’s what old-timers call it.
Bonna Hanna and I have known one another for at least 35 years and yet, for whatever reason, we’ve never been especially close. One could say we’re casual acquaintances; that is, we always greet one another with a smile while passing through the colorful neon and multi-hued mirrors of one bar or another.
When I was in grad school (say around 1970), the Earth’s population stood at 3.5 billion. Today, it’s more than 7 billion. That would seem to be enough people.
In my younger days, I used to enjoy playing tennis and basketball. I suppose I still would, but haven’t played either for several years. Last time I shot a few hoops in Garrett Park, some young fellas – at least they were younger than 40 – walked on the court, so I had to leave. Either that, or make a fool of myself.
Hey, all you paranoid people out there, no need to be lonesome. Sometimes I also feel like I’m being watched.
