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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.
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.
Regulations, whether through government, professional bodies or private ruling entities, can be a pain. Health care, my industry, is near the top — if not over the top — with regulation.
The striking photo of a platinum-like tooth brush against a black background got my attention.
Most of us have heard the saying that watching legislation being made is like watching sausage being made.
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.
Last April, I wrote a long column on the facility needs of the Sequim School District and I promise you I’m not writing it again.
“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.
Watching America’s response to the first case of Ebola discovered inside the United States was a bit like watching the aftermath of a natural disaster that was yet to occur. Admittedly, I was watching international news from a faraway land and then only in bits in the morning and evening so I may not have gotten the full flavor.
I stood frozen in a sea of people who were walking, running and flying through the air, some flying into a wall and sticking as if attached by Velcro. That was the dream I had the second night we were in Paris.
Eagor sat alone in his office for the first time surrounded by the artifacts of his achievements.
Dateline Paris: I’ve always wanted to start a report with “Dateline Paris.” Haven’t we all?
I had the privilege and I do mean privilege of moderating a recent candidate forum sponsored by the Lower Elwha Klallam Tribe. Suzie Bennett, manager of the Elwha Klallam Heritage Center in Port Angeles, was near the end of her list of possible moderators when she reached me.
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.
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.
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”).
Is it my imagination or does Clallam County have more than its share of people running into buildings while driving some sort of vehicle?
“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.”