If you happen to drive past 10 N. Mission St. just south of The World building at night, stop by the side of the road and take a good look in the window to take in a unique view — an installation art project by Kasey Koski.
The devastation brought by the Carlton Complex fires, and the human suffering left behind, has provoked us. Such a spontaneous outpouring of generosity has rarely been seen here. There is nothing like it in our memory.
I thought I’d call the Red Cross Apple Valley Chapter Tuesday, to get a feel for how the fire relief efforts were going, maybe find out a little bit more about what people might need. I dialed the given number, 663-3907, and got a recording suggesting that lines were busy, please call back. And I called back, and called back, and then got Red Cross volunteer Sue Frese on the line. It sounded like she was working one of those political boiler rooms. The background was filled with voices, obviously ...
We face fearsome forces of nature. Fires in dry tinder pushed by 30 mph winds are unstoppable by ordinary or extraordinary effort. We cannot order the wind to cease or the flames to slow, any more than King Canute could hold back the sea. Humans, with all their clever and powerful machinery, are puny in comparison.
What do you say to someone who just lost their home? Is there something meaningful to contribute to people who hours before saw much of their town swept away by a wave of flame? Not just one house or two, but the town? The work of countless people over a century, to make their home and their livelihood and raise their families where Methow meets Columbia, is now an orange glow in a rearview mirror, a column of ash they’ll pick up on Seattle weather radar.
If you want a break from your fire evacuation prep, packing the photo albums, passports and tax records, you might want to ponder the latest reality avoidance in Congress. It may divert your anger, as you marvel at the many ways fiscal irresponsibility can be taken to new heights. It truly is astonishing.
Yes, I was an ice cream man. I worked the streets. Just me, my truck, a music box on loudspeaker, and a freezer full of treats on a stick. My trade was convincing little kids to part with their nickels and dimes, and I was good, very good. On a hot summer Saturday, when the asphalt sizzled and bare feet would burn on the sidewalk, I could move the equal of 1,200 Fudgsicles at a dime apiece, because I was the ice cream man.
You may never have heard of the Export-Import Bank of the United States, but some would-be populists in Congress are trying to kill it. They will do it, supposedly, in your name, to protect your tax dollars and public credit and keep the greedy international corporations at bay. But they won’t really. They will kill jobs, hurt business large and small, erode American competitiveness, reduce vital U.S. exports, and then pose as slayers of crony capitalists.
We can appreciate local service organizations before times of crisis, but especially during a crisis, and during any crisis it would be shameful to overlook the work of the Apple Valley Chapter of the American Red Cross.
For the newcomers to our normally placid valleys, we offer this sobering thought: This is normal. Blistering heat, gusty winds so dry they turn the lush to tinder, lightning strikes too numerous to count, people too careless to believe, followed inevitably by raging fires moving faster than humans can run, friends and neighbors ordered to flee, horizons bright orange with flame and the smoke flowing down the slopes to choke us out. It’s routine.
You would think the United States southern border is completely pervious, for political purposes non-existent. Given the news that tens of thousands of children from Central America have been apprehended crossing the border illegally, the knee-jerk reaction is to say our border is pathetically porous. “All this gives normal people a feeling of besiegement and foreboding. Is a nation without borders a nation?” wrote an anguished Peggy Noonan in the Wall Street Journal. “It happens that I support immigration legislation. I support amnesty. I have since 2006. But only after ...
In theory, this higher education bubble should pop any time now. You know about economic bubbles. That’s when the cost of an investment rises faster than the return, and then surpasses it, and suddenly everyone ducks out. The last people in on the deal take a bath as the value of their investment assets plunge, because nobody wants them anymore.