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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.
