Well, it would appear I’m not among the chosen enraptured few, because I’m still here today and, while I am quite happy, I wouldn’t say I’m experiencing anything close to rapture.
If someone sent you a check for $3 billion every year, what would you do with it?
And how would you feel about the group that sent you that money every year?
The affair began innocently enough and, frankly, I never thought it would last as long as it has. I’ve enjoyed every minute of it, and still do.
If it’s April, it must be time for spring cleaning.
Unfortunately, that happens to be at the very top of my “Most Hated Chores” list, primarily because even before I begin, the job seems virtually hopeless.
Reading in Jessie Stensland’s story last week that the population of Island County is growing grayer by the year was no surprise. Even Boomers are eventually going to gray, no matter what their hair color may appear to be, and we all know there are plenty of them who’ve settled on our island.
There it was, in the third paragraph of a very brief article about the final flight of Shuttle Endeavour, one sentence that sent my mind into a tailspin and my imagination on an out-of-control binge.
In spite of a certain lack of cooperation from the weather, spring is showing itself.
Today is St. Patrick’s Day, actually one of my favorite celebratory days because of the food and drink associated with…
If you’ve just finished breakfast or lunch, or if you’re feeling a bit squeamish, you may want to skip reading this column, at least for awhile.
Finally, just when it seemed winter would never end, March has arrived, and if it’s March, spring must be just around the corner.
Three thousand years B.C., possibly even more, the Incans were cultivating and consuming quinoa, which they called the “Mother of Grains.”
What goes ’round, comes ’round, as the saying goes. If you have patience and can wait long enough, that is.
It’s a lethal combination, cowardice and vitriol. And that lethal combination is seeping into one of the most society-changing, communication revolutions of our lifetime.
