Lately, I have found myself drifting into the camp that less regulation is needed in the industry that I know the best and in which people could die without certain regulations.
Bertha Cooper discusses the U.S. Navy’s plan to increase its use of the Olympic Peninsula for sophisticated electronic warfare training
“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!
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.
Picture this — the City of Sequim and surrounds in 1980. Long strings of traffic roll through Washington Street on the way to Hurricane Ridge. Some people stop at local restaurants. Cows graze on pasture lands and vegetables grow in the large green valley.
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 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.
Northwest December darkness may yield the most recognized religious holidays celebrated than any other month; at least that’s my impression. I knew about Christmas (Dec. 25) and Hanukkah (Dec. 6-13), but had to do a bit more research to give weight to my theory. Here’s what I found.
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.
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.
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.
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.
