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.
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.
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.
“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.