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.
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.
Bertha Cooper continues her discussion about SARC and the City of Sequim’s possible MPD
“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.”
“Get the Point” is the title of a new brochure put out by the Clallam County Public Health Department. The purpose is to warn the public about the dangers of handling hypodermic needles.
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.
“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.
The Sequim District Superintendent of Schools does his homework and isn’t shy about assigning it either.
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.
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.
