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As I age, somewhere to the left of graciously, I find it amusing that I have, in recent years, begun to sacrifice style for function. Maybe after developing one’s own style, it is less necessary to borrow the alleged style of others. Last Wednesday, after successfully solo laundromating in that city north of us that none of us want to be seen in, I journeyed by Big 5 to say “hello” to Diane. A few months back, when I last made an emergency run to Wally World for mindless gifts, I purchased my first ever pair of Dr. Scholl’s shoes from her. Either my feet are swelling as I age or my fourth-grade socks no longer fit.
Jim Freeman says thanks again for showing up.
Growing up on Whidbey has shaped us “island kids” in inescapable ways.
Being a member of the media elite, I often get called down from my ivory tower to help out on blue ribbon commissions, scholarly task forces and such.
Live and learn. Some people just don’t know how to keep their eyes on the prize.
It’s been one rotten headline after another this past week.
Thanks to Bush’s “No Child Left Behind” Act, the Washington State Legislature has been compelled to come up with more stringent standards for graduating seniors.
I have a slight problem with dyslexia. However, “backward thinking” isn’t always a disadvantage. These days it seems to be helpful in understanding environmental issues, like the current global food crisis.
It is hard to believe that the Fourth of July is right around the corner. Celebrate America, which takes place on the third of July each year, has become a fixture in our community and gives thousands of people a chance to celebrate freedom and pride in our country in a safe, family, fun atmosphere.
John McCain, my friend, has been on the road a lot lately. If you’ve been following the news, you know he is now embarked on what he has named his “Forgotten Places Tour.”
Recently I received an e-mail from Congressmen Rick Larsen asking how he can help me. I created this list as a guideline for bills he could introduce or co-sponsor and ways to allocate funding. If we want to have a chance of offering our children a future that is remotely like our own lives I believe we will need to start down the path set out below.
“Good morning readers!” Or, “Good afternoon,” if you happen to be reading on the East Coast. How was your week? How was your month? How have you been? We’ve been troubled. Troubled by what we have been reading in our local paper about our grandest Island County treasure.
One of our undercover field reporters, a retired fighter pilot who prefers to be anonymous (can that be achieved on South Whidbey?) tipped this overinformed columnist of some big gossip overheard at the Community Thrift Store last week.
Given that tomorrow begins the world’s celebration of the Chinese New Year, let us honor the boars in our own lives as we join hands and hearts upon entering The Year of the Boar. Please note that a “boar” or pig is not necessarily a bore.
Top of the morning, mates. Or, if you are Down Under, where “mate” is more commonly used, bottom of the morning. Please enjoy this Valentine’s remembrance shared with me by my family in honor of our beloved parents.
One of the benefits of being a licensed counselor is that I am able to penetrate the guise of my own emotions, subcutaneous my feelings, and then delve into my belief system. Don’t you love the word “delve?”
Tomorrow night is my first book study group here at the caboose. I’m just a little bit nervous, not that I have to speak seriously about a subject near and dear to my mind, but that I have to have the caboose bathroom clean enough for women.
Years ago, during one of our annual family gatherings in southern Missouri, (if locally grown, pronounced Miz-ur-ah), in the town of Thayer, once proud to be “The Feeder Pig Capital of the World,” our Aunt Rosie suggested a parlor game.
As the snow falls lightly on my non-cedars, I am enjoying the best Christmas gift my big brother Lew has ever gifted. Are you sitting down?