I was sitting in the stands a couple of weeks ago when the Huskies football team saw a potential victory evaporate faster than spilled beer on a hot sidewalk – all because of a referee’s call. A fan sitting just behind me meant to shout, “This is an outrage!” But instead, the words came out, “This is bull____!”
High school in the late 1960s: to borrow from Dickens, “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.” This was brought home to me last month as my Inglemoor High School Class of 1968 gathered for its 40th year class reunion.
Checking out what the other guy does or what the other city does, reminds me a bit like childhood sibling rivalry. Thinking back to my youth, when one of my siblings did something better than me, I wanted to do as well. I wanted to be just like them. I wanted to have what they had.
You might have seen the news story last week: A couple of guys from Georgia told people that they had found the body of a dead Bigfoot – and they were going to show it at a press conference, proving once and for all that such a creature really existed.
When the 520 floating bridge opened in 1963, travelers had to stop at a toll booth on the east side of the bridge and fork over 35 cents (close to $3 today). So much money came in that the toll was lowered to a quarter, and the tolls ended in 1979 after the bridge was paid for.
Heavy rains and floods isolating communities. A child separated from a group hiking Tiger Mountain. A fugitive on the run along a major transportation corridor. These examples are vivid reminders of the necessity for the King County Sheriff’s Office newest piece of equipment, the newest “Guardian One” helicopter.
I do actually read obituaries – not because I’m getting to the age where I feel I should make some notes on my own behalf, but because I like to see how people sum up their lives when they reach the end.
We’re in the Dog Days of Summer – that time of year when thoughts turn away from the productive to the slothful. Gimme a chaise lounge, a trashy novel, a beer or some iced tea, Dire Straits on my I-Pod and nothing but nothing having anything to do with politics.
Evergreen Hospital Medical Center needs our help getting a state license for 80 more beds. As a long time Kirkland resident and a volunteer community advisor for Evergreen, I worked to get bonds passed to build and support the hospital. This is my hospital of choice.
Next week’s primary isn’t exactly a barn-burner as many races only have two candidates, at best. Most candidates will move on to the general election. Still there is an issue on the ballot that deserves attention.
It’s horrifically ironic.
Just when we need more than ever to enhance the skills and capabilities of our workforce, and just as youth and adults more than ever need further post-secondary training to get, keep and advance in good careers – the door to higher education begins to swing shut.