Every year the South Whidbey Record publishes a Thanksgiving column talking about all that we’re grateful. It was a pretty awesome year at the paper, and our list is long. Thank you for honoring us with your continued support and we wish you a happy holiday.
Looking out my office window, I see a whole lot of white roofs out there. Freeland is covered in frost. Winter, it appears, has arrived. My awesome powers of observation aside, I know this for several reasons. First, my head is cold. Mind you, I’m not talking about a seasonal flu but from actually having washed my hair in ice water for two days straight — three by the time this column hits newsstands and if Puget Sound Energy’s estimated power restoration time is correct.
Editor, This Veterans Day morning, a small group of men and women gathered at a coffee shop in Langley. Among us were those who had served with the Army, Air Force and Navy. There was no agenda, but what unfolded were reflections about how each had ended up with the military. There were thoughts of service for a greater cause, a sense of adventure, and a desire to get out into the world.
Actions speak louder than words, and no person is an island — both are common American proverbs that are pretty self explanatory. They remind us that respect is earned, and no one, even the very powerful, can go it alone. Though giving a career politician slaps on the back makes us squirm, a lot, we feel compelled to suffer in the case of Congressman Rick Larsen.
Like most newspapers, The Record publishes a print and online calendar. The intent is to provide readers with a single place to view the many happenings that occur each week on the South End. They’re also a resource for community groups and organizations, particularly those that lack the capital for traditional advertising, that utilize them as one of their number one places to announce events, functions, fundraisers, etc.
Each November reminds me of one of my favorite and most exciting memories and adventures, those as a Vietnam veteran.
I am a fourth-generation Pacific Northwesterner. My earliest and strongest memories are tied to our family place at Welches, Oregon along the Salmon River in the shadow of Wy’East (Mt. Hood). It is where our extended family gathered summers, holidays and weekends amid the primeval forest with the woodland floor of moss, nurse logs, ferns and berries and with towering trees above.