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I was going to write about the growing rat infestation in Greater Sequim, but I can’t resist looking into and for the truth when the opportunity presents.
I was a city dweller most of my life. I grew up in Seattle outside the city limits in the early days in a neighborhood with small new houses with yards, flower gardens and picket fences. The wildest life we saw were robins and garter snakes.
I was trying to write something thoughtful and serious about the relentless campaign messages intended to humiliate and demean the character of another person or group of people.
Not again; please … not again. We were having coffee the last morning before our return from what was a wonderfully relaxing and contemplative trip to the Oregon Coast when “breaking news” announced another school shooting in progress.
Reading this column just might save you $54. Although if you have an extra need – in my case a need that can reach neurotic levels depending on the issue — for facts and data you probably already have bought or borrowed America’s Ranking Among Nations (“A Goal Perspective of the United States in Graphic Detail”).
Eagor sat alone in his office for the first time surrounded by the artifacts of his achievements.
A couple of columns ago I wrote about the importance of science and the scientific method. I wrote of my deep concern that we are teaching our children that they can disregard proven facts and conclusions and just pick a truth like picking the color of their rooms.
“Come here, I think I see something in the bird feeder,” called husband. A close look revealed four tiny ears, two on each head. Rats!
Bertha Cooper discusses the U.S. Navy’s plan to increase its use of the Olympic Peninsula for sophisticated electronic warfare training
When I was in the fourth grade centuries ago, I would watch the other girls twirl around the bars made from pipes and secured to the ground. I don’t know if girls have bars in elementary school today but it was one of the things girls of my generation did at recess.
Like most big cities, New York City buzzes with people rushing to get somewhere. That is if you are not a tourist lost on the corner of here and there like adventuresome husband and I were recently.
During the hottest part of the unsettling heat and dryness, my husband and I found ourselves paying a lot more attention to weather forecasts. One particular forecast was being broadcast while we were in a Seattle area hotel having a so called continental breakfast of chunks of scrambled eggs and 1,000-calorie-each muffins.
I hadn’t thought too much — really not at all — about column karma until a “No Trespassing” sign was posted in our neighborhood. Those of you who read and remember my columns will know why I might think of the laws of karma when the sign appeared.
Some of you, probably all of you, will be surprised that readers ask me for advice on occasion. I take these questions seriously because I take seriously that someone would reach out to me for the answers to life’s questions.
I truly intended to write an insightful, even supportive, column about SARC and its board’s current survival strategy to find a secure home as a Metropolitan Park District.
“Bertha, I have never understood why you don’t support Obamacare.” This, from an informed and astute friend with whom I have had many conversations.
Bummer. The Sequim School District bond failed again to reach 60 percent approval. Seems that more people came out to vote but most of them voted against it. So it’s done. Sequim schools will have no additional space, no additional toilets, no modernization of science labs and no security.
The older I get and the squarer my body becomes, I begin to resemble my ancestor aunts who stayed behind in Norway while four of their brothers, my father among them, immigrated to the USA.
Just what’s going on? Haven’t we been humbled enough? Or is it, haven’t we been punished enough?
I kept expecting the Pony Express to arrive any minute to deliver the results of the Washington State Democratic Presidential primary contest. Is the process of selecting candidates for the highest office in the land this old-fashioned in our technological age?