Ho ho ho…. Santa does love Sumner. Or at least he loves a parade in Sumner. And he’s not the only one. Thousands of people lined the streets of Sumner Saturday from the downtown railroad tracks to the high school where the parade started.
A celebration of holiday traditions during the festive season has instead become a free fire zone in the culture wars.
The holidays are a time for most people to enjoy family and social events, but for those of us elected or re-elected to the state Legislature our time is consumed with preparing for the session that begins on Jan. 12. Considering the budget outlook, it’s no surprise that most of the comments I’ve heard from folks around town is them being sympathetic about the difficulty of the task facing legislators as they write the new two-year budget.
The people of the Plateau never cease to amaze me. The giving that goes on in our communities is second to none.
Continued from last week:
The people of the Plateau never cease to amaze me. The giving that goes on in our communities is second to none.
Ho ho ho…. Santa does love Sumner. Or at least he loves a parade in Sumner. And he’s not the only one. Thousands of people lined the streets of Sumner Saturday from the downtown railroad tracks to the high school where the parade started.
A celebration of holiday traditions during the festive season has instead become a free fire zone in the culture wars.
It was a dark and stormy night. Plenty of lousy novels have begun that way, so why not a lousy column?
I recently received correspondence from the world-famous waitresses at the Krain restaurant. In the course of their letter explaining the owner’s trials and tribulations with state and county bureaucracies (more about this next week), they claimed the establishment was the oldest restaurant on the Plateau.
I recently received correspondence from the world-famous waitresses at the Krain restaurant. In the course of their letter explaining the owner’s trials and tribulations with state and county bureaucracies (more about this next week), they claimed the establishment was the oldest restaurant on the Plateau.
It was a dark and stormy night. Plenty of lousy novels have begun that way, so why not a lousy column?
The rain was coming down faster than Starbucks shares. As I drove, my hands gripping the wheel tighter than Dolly Parton’s jeans, I noticed several minivans passing by from the other direction. Every one of them had a freshly cut, newly bought holiday tree strapped on top.
Then it happened: Just at the moment a particular minivan drove past, I noticed its tree suddenly break free and tumble off onto the side of the road. It was the apparent victim of swirling winds and bungled bungees.
I recently received correspondence from the world-famous waitresses at the Krain restaurant. In the course of their letter explaining the owner’s trials and tribulations with state and county bureaucracies (more about this next week), they claimed the establishment was the oldest restaurant on the Plateau.
There are few countries so eager to acknowledge their faults as this one.
Have you ever heard a holiday song that reminded you of a person, a place or a specific time? Bet you have. I have, too.
There are few countries so eager to acknowledge their faults as this one.
Have you ever heard a holiday song that reminded you of a person, a place or a specific time? Bet you have. I have, too.
Wow! Since the Old Cannery Furniture Warehouse added fireworks to their bridge lighting tradition, attendance at the holiday extravaganza has grown from around 500 to an estimated 4,000 visitors who come to ring in the holiday season in Sumner. And most of that growth has happened in the last two years.
There are few countries so eager to acknowledge their faults as this one.
Have you ever heard a holiday song that reminded you of a person, a place or a specific time? Bet you have. I have, too.