After nearly two weeks of weather-related delays, the Enumclaw High wrestling team finally got on the mat Saturday at the Rogers Holiday Tournament and proved, even with the time away, they can win it.
Kristin Scribner’s life as a diver has the twist and turns of a double pike.
When I left Bonney Lake in August for college, I had a feeling of bittersweetness. I was sad to leave home and all that I knew to be familiar or the routine of my daily life as a teenager in high school. I didn’t want to leave my family and all the familiar faces, but at the same time I was so excited to experience college. People said how lucky I was to be able to go to Pepperdine University in Malibu, Calif. I just ignored their comments until I actually moved onto the beautiful campus. Now that I am attending Pepperdine, I realize not only how lucky I am to be able to go to this amazing school, but also how lucky I am to have so many wonderful people in my life back at home.
The Greenwood Heights development at Main Street (or 184th Street East) and Sumner-Buckley Highway will begin the first phase of building sometime in 2009, according to Bonney Lake city officials.
Residents of Bonney Lake and Sumner have the opportunity to recycle their Christmas trees in a “treecycling” program.
Theresa Fremont was looking for a way to get involved in Sumner when she began volunteering with the city’s downtown association.
Thanks to food drive efforts of students from Bonney Lake and Sumner high schools, the Bonney Lake and Bread of Life food banks reaped a harvest of hospitality for the holiday season.
• Officers stopped a 29-year-old man driving a Toyota 4Runner at 11:43 p.m. Dec. 25 in the 23300 block of state Route 410 East. The man was found to have a felony warrant out for his arrest for escape from community custody in Olympia. During a search of the vehicle a syringe filled with a liquid was found. The man said it was either heroine or cocaine. The man was booked into the Pierce County jail.
The older I get, the more time I spend remembering Christmas past. According to my two wonderful children, I must be very old because all I remember of Christmas past is what I ate.
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow. While that line is from one of my all time favorite Christmas songs, I have to admit that in some ways it’s putting a real damper on my festive holiday mood. I’ve always said it would be swell if snow didn’t stick on the roads.
Santa. Christmas Trees. Wreaths. Presents. Egg nog. A crackling fireplace.
On a very late night recently in downtown Seattle, I saw a scene unfolding that looked like big trouble. Farther down the sidewalk from me, two shadowy figures stood on a street corner, shouting back and forth, nose to nose. As I came closer, the argument grew louder and more heated. I started to consider an alternate route, because while the dispute seemed to be worsening, there was no one else stirring, not even a cop.
I began to cry out
