I remember it vividly from many years ago. I had sneaked up to my young son’s bedroom door and peered inside. There he was, with his tiny toy toolbox, pretending to do home repairs. He was pounding away with his plastic hammer and I remember thinking how very cute he was. That’s when he spoke. “Damn it!” he shouted as he purposely hit his thumb – and then continued hammering.
Thursday was Legislative Day in Olympia for newspaper publishers and editors in the state of Washington. The Washington Newspaper Publishers Association and Allied Newspapers jointly have sponsored this event for more than 20 years.
I can still remember the day Mark Hughes decided he would spend the rest of his life indoors.
It is dispiriting to witness Rush Limbaugh and his ilk attempt to suck the hope out of the electorate who so recently embraced Barack Obama, and his message of changing the course of the United States of America back to one of lawfulness. That electorate which was sick unto death of former president Bush’s unlawful navigation into arrogance, secrecy, greed and certainly not least, the abrogation of the Geneva War Convention’s international agreements.
There’s an old expression still used when someone falls short of a goal while giving it their all: “Give him an ‘A’ for effort.”
Technology brings a lot of wonderful advantages to our lives, allowing us to connect instantly with friends far away and organize entire months of our lives on a small hand-held device.
There are dog people and cat people, and never the twain shall meet. Of course, some people, like myself, like both.
There’s an old expression still used when someone falls short of a goal while giving it their all: “Give him an ‘A’ for effort.”
Technology brings a lot of wonderful advantages to our lives, allowing us to connect instantly with friends far away and organize entire months of our lives on a small hand-held device.
I walked into a neighborhood coffee joint last week, and stood in line behind a woman already ordering. She rattled off some drink using words like “no-foam” and “with wings.” I wasn’t sure if she was ordering coffee or chicken.
If you were driving down Main Street on Valentine’s Day enjoying the big band sounds of the Sumner High School Jazz Band as part of our Sweetheart Wine Walk event, you weren’t alone. This is the second time the band has performed at our event and I love all the comments we get about how great it is to have the band downtown for folks to listen to.
A few weeks ago I alerted readers to a startling state Senate proposal that would erase the life terms of nearly half the state’s 292 “Three Strikes, Your Out” inmates, setting more than 80 of them free immediately. The legislation, Senate Bill 5292, passed out of committee with the support of eastside Sen. Rodney Tom.
At a chamber of commerce breakfast meeting a couple of weeks ago Green River Community College business instructor Jeff Perlot asked those in attendance for recession jokes to lighten the mood.
A few weeks ago I alerted readers to a startling state Senate proposal that would erase the life terms of nearly half the state’s 292 “Three Strikes, Your Out” inmates, setting more than 80 of them free immediately. The legislation, SB 5292, passed out of committee with the support of eastside Sen. Rodney Tom.
I first read newspaper comics when I was in J. J. Smith Elementary School. Specifically, Tarzan, the Lone Ranger, Dick Tracy and perhaps a humorous strip like Mickey Mouse. If memory serves me correctly, that’s essentially all I read in newspapers for the next 12 or 13 years, though the strips changed; for example, I became fond of Pogo and ‘Lil Abner. Mostly, I simply ran across newspapers in various coffee shops, where I’d glance at the headlines and entertainment sections before turning to the comics. (Of all the cartoons I recall from my youth, only Blondie has survived.)
At a chamber of commerce breakfast meeting a couple of weeks ago Green River Community College business instructor Jeff Perlot asked those in attendance for recessions jokes to lighten the mood.
I was standing on a street corner last week waiting for the crosswalk light to change. All of a sudden, a guy stepped alongside and distinctly said, “You know something? You’ve got a face like a smashed jack-o-lantern.”
A quick stroll past the meat counter of a popular megastore Sunday afternoon prompted thoughts of Piggy Sue and others.
When the ribbon was snipped on a new floating bridge connecting Montlake to the eastside in 1963, a toll was collected to pay for its construction. It ranged over time from 25 to 35 cents and was lifted in 1979 when the bridge was paid off ahead of schedule. The I-90 bridge was never tolled, not when first opened in 1940, not when its companion bridge opened in 1963 and not when the new I-90 opened in the early 1990s.
A quick stroll past the meat counter of a popular megastore Sunday afternoon prompted thoughts of Piggy Sue and others.