Unfortunately, Congress’ vortex now spins the other way, throwing off powers that the executive scoops up. Hence this autumn’s spectacle: Feverish House and Senate candidates waging ferocious campaigns to win or retain offices that are of rapidly diminishing significance.
There may be a better natural setting for a musical, maybe “South Pacific” on Fiji or “Oklahoma!” in a corn field that smells of cow, but for sheer atmosphere it’s hard to beat an early summer night at the Leavenworth Ski Hill for “The Sound of Music.” You sit in a clearing in the woods, the setting sun glowing off the surrounding peaks, then suddenly the music swells, the spotlight hits up the slope and a joyful young woman in alpine dress emerges to sing, “The hills are alive ...
When you take the time to evaluate the evidence, it is clear that global warming and associated climate change are real, and if unchecked, are potentially catastrophic. Yet, there are real actions that we can do to improve the outcome. That was the message of a meeting Sept. 21 at the Wenatchee Valley Museum.
They said it would be free. Or, maybe it wouldn’t be free exactly, but surely just a painless reshoveling of the extra billions piled around Olympia at the time. It was called the Washington School Class Size Act, or Initiative 728, presented to the sympathetic voters of Washington on the 2000 ballot. The ballot title said, “Shall school districts reduce class sizes, extend learning programs, expand teacher training, and construct facilities, funded by lottery proceeds, existing property taxes, and budget reserves?”
Bob Le Roy and Justine Stevens-McClure of the Alzheimer’s Association stopped by the office with Diane Tribble of Aging and Adult Care of Central Washington Tuesday to talk about the upcoming “Walk to End Alzheimer’s.”
We have made the point many times: This is one region. We are not divided by geography, custom or culture. We, for lack of a better name the Greater Wenatchee Area, have been splintered into a conglomeration of rival municipalities by history and political circumstance. We pay every day for the inefficiencies that brings about.
It was with great interest we read that the 12 Confederated Tribes of the Colville Reservation are considering dropping the labels imposed upon them, and returning to, well, their real names. It has always been a little puzzling, to them and to us, how groups of indigenous peoples can come to be called by a name they never knew, communicated in a Roman alphabet they never used, which couldn’t begin to represent the correct inflection of their native language. The Wenatchee tribe, for instance, never called itself the Wenatchee tribe ...
No photographs please, unless you pay $1,500 for a permit, and perhaps convince us your motives are acceptable. So has said the U.S. Forest Service to would-be commercial photographers who wished to capture images in a wilderness area. That may sound insane, but there it is in a proposed rule already temporarily in force and due to be finalized before year’s end. After predictable outrage Forest Service Chief Tom Tidwell backpedaled Thursday, assuring all the rule was meant only for commercial photo shoots and movie crews, not newspaper or television ...
There is a dismal inevitability to the automated enforcement of traffic laws. It’s happening, more is coming, and if the technology in its current infant state makes some of us uncomfortable, at least we are being conditioned to a future where traffic laws can be enforced always, every second of the day, no exceptions.
Late, hesitant and reluctant as he is, President Obama has begun effecting a workable strategy against the Islamic State. True, he’s been driven there by public opinion. Does anyone imagine that without the broadcast beheadings we’d be doing anything more than pinprick strikes within Iraq? If Obama can remain steady through future fluctuations in public opinion, his strategy might succeed.
SHAWNEE, Kan. — Tacked to the wall of Greg Orman’s campaign office is a print of a John Steuart Curry painting, “Tragic Prelude,” that hangs in the capitol in Topeka. It depicts John Brown of Osawatomie, 39 miles south of here, as what he was, a deranged product of “bleeding Kansas,” the Civil War’s overture. Today, Orman, who is as calm as Brown was crazed, is emblematic of fascinating Kansas.