Three of us pressed our noses against the plastic-covered windows of the long specially painted Mack truck carrying this year’s national Christmas tree. Pybus Market was a whistle stop for the 88-foot Engelmann spruce cut in the Colville National Forest and destined for Washington, D.C.
Editor’s note: Retired World packaging manager Dave Graybill offers this recollection of what it was like at The Daily World on Friday, Nov. 22, 1963, when President John F. Kennedy was shot and killed. Those were the days of hot metal production.
Isn’t it an indignity when someone robs your identity? You spend countless hours writing emails, waiting on hold to talk to a “Privacy Control Specialist” of some sort, and fretting about whether you have neglected to secure any forgotten accounts. Not to mention, you may be liable for charges you didn’t make and penalties for missing payments you didn’t know were due. And in the long run, identity theft can really mess with your credit score.
In November the Methow Valley turns gray. It is still, silent. Nothing moves. The trees, having lost their golden crowns, are stark outlines against a leaden sky. Driving back from town I see cows standing motionless in a field. They seem to be frozen.
This Sunday, yes Sunday, the 24th at Wally’s House Of Booze (where the magic happens), from Bremerton is “Neutralboy”. While they’ve been around some 20 years and have been to Wenatchee several times, this will be my first time to see them live, gonna be great.