For the past six months, John Brett has been walking in the dark underbelly of San Francisco at night providing crisis assistance and the gift of listening to drug addicts, sex workers, those with mental illness and people down on their luck.
If milfoil grew on dry ground the way it grows under water we likely would blast it with any herbicide even close to safe. Imagine, wide swaths of open land rendered unusable and impassable to people or their vehicles by a tall-growing plant, a noxious weed so prolific it reproduces wherever bits and pieces hit the ground. That is happening in our rivers and lakes.
“When something like this happens, the local authorities, including the police, have a responsibility to be open and transparent about how they are investigating that death and how they are protecting the people in their communities,” said President Obama in his reaction to the tragic mess in Ferguson, Mo. Open and transparent — Obama gave a calm and measured response, but he was absolutely right. If only the police in Ferguson had chosen honesty and openness instead of secrecy and selectivity, things might have been different.
On Wednesday this page published a plea from Wenatchee’s Anne S. White to name the interchange at the junction of Highways 97 and 2, commonly known as the Big Y, for the late Department of Transportation Regional Administrator Don Senn. It was inspiring. What better way to honor such an exemplary public servant than to place his name on a well-functioning piece of civil engineering art like the Peshastin interchange?
I’ll be honest. I was trying to find a good excuse to mention, with all possible subtlety, that the fourth annual North Central Washington Wine Awards is coming this very Saturday to Town Toyota Center, and if you have even a passing interest in wine or food this event is not to be missed.
I could see my father’s face, ordering me to spend my summer at the high school, in typing class. I was a mere 14 years old, so this was the functional equivalent of a prison sentence. An entire summer would be wasted as the quick brown fox jumped over the lazy dog and all good men came to the aid of their country. “Learn to type, son, and you’ll always have a job,” he snorted. He thought this was really important, and he was right — I learned to type ...
In physics, a unified field theory is an attempt to explain with a single hypothesis the behavior of several fields. Its political corollary is the Cupcake Postulate, which explains everything, from Missouri to Iraq, concerning Americans’ comprehensive withdrawal of confidence from government at all levels and all areas of activity.
It was dusk on this beautiful Fourth of July. I set off from Leavenworth for home before 10 p.m., expecting a peaceful drive down the Wenatchee Valley. Somewhere near Peshastin I heard an explosion, and then another. There were bright flashes, ahead, behind, port and starboard. Across the river rockets streaked skyward, as if someone had given the command to open fire. There was plenty of red glare, bombs bursting in air. The long American tradition of celebrating freedom by blowing things up was at full roar.
How exciting it would be to name the Big Y interchange (the junction of highways 97 and 2, the Peshastin East Interchange) after our Washington Department of Transportation regional administrator of 21 years, Don Senn. What a fitting tribute to a man who was a true public servant.