What happened last month with the Huckleberry wolf pack and a band of sheep in southern Stevens County was not good for anybody. The operator lost several dozen sheep and a lot of time and money. And now, with the death of its female leader, the future behavior of the Huckleberry Pack — which had been thriving in that area without any livestock conflict for several years — is much harder to predict.
It is now the Legislature’s turn to act. It is the Legislature’s turn to keep its commitments, to meet its constitutional duty to make ample provision for the education of all children. Between now and the final gavel of 2015 there must be a titanic shift, a historic compromise, monumental work of statecraft, to accomplish what the constitution requires.
Everyone should be troubled by thoughtless motorists speeding through school zones when children are present and warning lights flash. There also are many troubled by the thought of being monitored by a profit-making company’s speed camera reaping a financial harvest for the city of Wenatchee.
The best Fourth of July fire prevention plan may be a fireworks show. Good for East Wenatchee Mayor Steve Lacy for seeing the possibility and endorsing city support for a regional fireworks show and a joint Independence Day celebration on the riverfront. Good for the city of Wenatchee for contributing $5,000 and asking other entities do the same. Good for the newly formed Independence Day Celebration Committee, which is soliticiting funds to build an endowment to fund a community fireworks display and celebration in a sustainable way.
I am a midterm baby boomer, and as such I spend too much time thinking about health care, mostly about how much it costs. As a baby boomer I have grown and aged in a kind of charmed bubble, where nearly everyone was my age or close to it, and we were all thinking about the same things. It seemed that way, anyway. Shared topics followed the typical life progression, I think, starting somewhere around 1975 — sex, college, stereo, job, spouse, house, mortgage, children, school, college, debt, 401(k), keep ...
This editorial is dedicated to the hard-working and generous people of Wenatchee and our regional neighbors and partners. It has been a long, hard five years since the citizens of Wenatchee blessed me as a member of the Wenatchee City Council. My last day on the council was Thursday. My resignation came about as my life and my work have kept me from devoting the time the citizens of Wenatchee deserve. As I leave, I would like to reflect on some of the issues that have made Wenatchee memorable in ...
The attraction of Stehekin and our eastern Washington climate persuaded Gregg and Linda Herrington to move here this year from Vancouver, where he had a long career with the newspaper there, The Columbian.
I have many personal failings I’d rather not discuss at the moment, but I will admit to something rather shocking. I like gluten. I eat gluten regularly and enjoy it. Not only that, I admire gluten for its role in the development of civilization, for its miraculous qualities that allow a paste of powdered grain and water to stretch like a rubber band, blow up like a balloon, to multiply in volume and feed the masses their daily bread.
Since Barry Goldwater, accepting the Republicans’ 1964 presidential nomination, said “extremism in the defense of liberty is no vice,” Democrats have been decrying Republican “extremism.” Actually, although there is abundant foolishness and unseemliness in American politics, real extremism — measures or movements that menace the Constitution’s architecture of ordered liberty — is rare. This week, however, extremism stained the Senate.
They make notes in some cubbies of the English press, that Americans are oblivious and quite possibly stupid when presented the possibility of the end of Great Britain. When Britons note some of the economic and political ramifications that surely will be felt on this side of the Atlantic should Scotland choose independence, Americans say “Golly. Wow” and then return head to sand. We don’t believe Scottish fantasies come true.
A few weeks ago, my wife and I sat at Century Link Field watching the Seahawks trounce the Chicago Bears in a pre-season contest. Prior to the start of the game, an immense American flag covered the north end of the field as the national anthem was sung. When the soloist reached “the rockets red glare, the bombs bursting in air,” flares shot out of the scoreboard on cue. The effect was impressive. Cheers exploded from the enthusiastic crowd.
With our nation’s political institutions hopelessly gridlocked and seemingly incapable of making meaningful progress on anything of substance, the time is ripe for communities to come together and find collaborative and cooperative ways to become more resilient.