The Aug. 4 primary election is less than two weeks away and if you haven’t voted, it’s time to dust off that ballot and check a few boxes. For those who are still unsure about who deserves your trust, we have a few suggestions. In the race for Langley mayor Sharon Emerson and Tim Callison should move ahead to the November general election. Their demonstrated leadership skills, combined with their professional and life experience make them the top two candidates for the job.
On Tuesday, June 30, the city hosted a half-day meeting at the Langley Methodist Church with ArtsWA Executive Director Karen Hanan and Communication Director Glenda Carlino. Forty-seven local artists and art patrons attended the meeting to network, hear of community efforts to promote arts in Washington, and provide input on future projects for the Langley Arts Commission.
Saturday was a beautiful day. The sun was shining and the weather warm, so, naturally, my wife and I decided to punish ourselves with one of our seasonal trips to Everett. The drive to the Clinton ferry was pleasant, thanks to the Ragnar Relay. Racers from across the state had flooded Whidbey to finish the two-day race in Langley, and, like usual, teams had all the flair and personality for which they’re known. Less fun was the van of racers who cut in front of us about a half hour into the 90-minute ferry line. The driver, God bless him, took advantage of a no-blocking section of the line just north of town.
Ahhhhh… manhood! I’ve arrived at last. Admittedly, it was a couple of days later than planned, but I’ll get to that in a minute. Let me just say first that the air is clearer up here with us real men, us crabbers. As the elite we know things that other people don’t, stuff like how it feels to be that guy in the office who gives away free crab because he caught more than he can eat. Well, this week I’m that guy because I caught two.
I’ve done some pretty cool stuff in my life, things many people will probably never do. For example, I know what it feels like to be at sea on a sailboat and look in any direction and not see land. I’ve jumped out of an airplane 169 times and lived the life of a parachute packer. I’ve worked at national parks, been a captain on a shark-tour boat and walked the ancient streets of Istanbul. I even got married and became a father. Despite all of that, it’s only this week that I will truly become a man and pass a Whidbey rite of passage. This week, I drop my first crab pot.
A take on the recent computer glitch that took down the New York Stock Exchange.
So, they finally did it. After years and years of on-again, off-again relations, quiet grumbling and likely more than a few private fantasies of more financially profitable partnerships, Port of Coupeville commissioners this week unexpectedly and pointedly cut ties with the Greenbank Farm Management Group. Despite being in ongoing negotiations for a new contract that would have started next year, and making a clearly unpopular decision before what was the largest crowd to attend a port meeting in recent memory, the board effectively said, “Nope, we’re done. Thanks, but adios.”
It’s no secret that the rising cost of tuition at state colleges and universities has made it increasingly hard for high school graduates in Washington state to take the next step in their education. For those who do get into college, far too many are swimming in financially crippling debt by the time they graduate.