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59.59 percent! Really?! Barring a miracle in the few remaining ballots to be counted, the Sequim school bond lost by 0.41 percent in Clallam County!
It was the very darkest Halloween Eve in humankind history. Switchback circular winds blew in defiance of any definition of its direction.
Ever since the now well-known response by Donald Trump, one of the candidates for President — in case you hadn’t heard — in which he said, “A big problem this country has is being politically correct. I don’t have time to be politically correct,” I’ve contemplated just what being politically correct is.
“During summer’s Dog Days, flies increase in numbers and snakes go blind” … so says an old Farmers’ Almanac calendar to describe the period between July 3 and Aug. 11, known as the “Dog Days.”
The first time I heard the term “noxious weed” was the summer we moved to Sequim from Seattle. I had accepted a position at the local hospital. My love of words and their meaning drew me into learning more about “noxious weeds” — after all, I thought all weeds were noxious.
The striking photo of a platinum-like tooth brush against a black background got my attention.
In the interest of full disclosure, there are two things you should know about me in reading this column. One is that I was employed in administration of Olympic Medical Center (OMC) for nearly seven years. I was the Assistant Administrator of Planning and Development for most of those years.
“So, so glad you folks are not in Paris now,” a very good friend wrote. We welcomed her warm words but strangely enough, we wished we were in Paris.
“Cromnibus” arrived late on the American scene after months of contentious avoidance. Members of the 113th Congress rushed to pass a spending bill so called “Cromnibus” for 2014-2015 totaling $1.1 trillion while only missing one day of scheduled vacation.
Sequim evenings come early in December making it hard to resist the impulse to stay inside, be warm and read in the quiet of a winter night even though it’s only 5 p.m.
Dateline Paris: I’ve always wanted to start a report with “Dateline Paris.” Haven’t we all?
“Sixteen tons and what do you get — another day older and deeper in debt. St. Peter don’t you call me ’cause I can’t go. I owe my soul to the company store.”