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Last night I was reading some poetry shared with me by a friend. One bit of prose that caught my eye was written by John… Continue reading
As the joys of Thanksgiving baste our turkeys, hams and prime rib during the next few days, let me offer each of you a most… Continue reading
Have you noticed that the new Christmas cards are already being displayed in stores?Or are they last year’s old ones?Here we are, six weeks away… Continue reading
To this retired political science major, it is somewhat strange to be writing this column before yesterday’s election, knowing that this may be read by… Continue reading
Had any trouble laughing lately?Nightly news numbing the spirits?Ready to bust out of this political malaise?Whenever I want to really feel copacetic, I enjoy what… Continue reading
Last night after dinner I finally got around to reading one of the many magazines, newsletters and journals that I receive, but rarely read, each… Continue reading
After watching last week’s debate between two of the six candidates for commander in chief on my low-definition, no-intensity analog antenna-driven 12-inch Sony TV, I… Continue reading
Excuse me if it seems like I am shaking, but I am.I’m not nervous. Just excited.After waiting over 30 years, I finally did it.I finally… Continue reading
Last week’s Republican Telethon reminded me what I miss most about today’s politicians: the three-named luminaries. Names like John Quincy Adams, William Howard Taft and Robin of Lochsley. My favorite three-pronged political name almost sounds like an imported beer: John Foster Dulles.
I am writing this column by hand while sitting backstage at the Samsung Sound Lounge at Bumbershoot, Seattle’s premiere music and arts festival, now in its 38th year. That’s more than half my lifetime.
The other day I was thinking about breathing and the importance of it. In fact, the more I thought about breathing, the more I appreciated the concept and the performance thereof, not to mention the opportunity.
It occurred to me this week while watching extremely fast Olympic Jamaicans run, incredibly fast Olympic Americans swim and exorbitantly expensive Olympic TV commercials linger… Continue reading
In my effort to keep my forefingers on the pulse of our back yards, I took a road trip yesterday to process that information to which
With this column I am pleased to announce the addition of several new co-columnists who, without their knowledge or permission, have successfully contributed to the comedic content of today’s offering.
One of the many joys of living on Whidbey is being able to work on Whidbey.
My earliest recollection of being on stage is fourth grade, singing with my fellow classmates at Wickliffe Elementary in Columbus, Ohio.
As of the last three weeks, there is a young buck living in my yard.
As the summer of 1969’s Kris Kristofferson-Fred Foster song “Me and Bobby McGee” sings, “Freedom’s just another word…” And what a word it is when put in action.
Now that the weather is nicer, many of us are trying to get more things done.