From deep in my college memories, I recall one definition of politics as “the exercise of power, influence and authority.” In the Northwest, salmon are politicians. They are power for the metaphorical machine that drives decisions on billions of dollars of public spending. They influence our outlook, our actions and plans for the future. They supply political leverage and motivation for countless government actions, programs and appropriations.
Accidents come with statistical near-inevitability. Unless you cease your risky behavior, it is difficult technically to reduce the chance of an accident to zero. If the probability is something above zero, then accidents will happen, somewhere, sometime. You can do what you can to reduce the chances, and lessen the consequences, but whatever you do, it will happen. You or your successors will have to deal with it.
To see Dr. Ed Farrar take steps with the help of an exoskeleton device is thrilling. After spending five years in a wheelchair after an accident, Farrar first tested one of these computerized rehabilitation devices in California last year.
There is a hero near you who deserves something — recognition. These are the selfless, active volunteers in service, the people who make this a better place. They may not care for attention, but it’s important, because recognition creates more of them.
It’s all the buzz on the national wires today. Walmart, largest private employer in the United States, will raise its minimum wage to $9 per hour soon, and $10 by February, 2016, says the New York Times. That applies in some degree to 500,000 of its 1.3 million employees.
I had the mumps. If you don’t know, mumps is a once-common childhood disease. It is a memorable infection, at least the parts after the fever subsides. I remember well the primary symptom, severe swelling of the salivary glands until you look like Dizzy Gillespie going for a high C. It was painful enough to stick in my memory for nearly 60 years, even if I avoided the more common complications, like meningitis. You do not want your child to get the mumps. Believe me.
Tib Plughoff of Omak remembers his paperboy days. He writes: “Before I obtained my route I sold by the Mecca barbershop. The trick was to put the paper into the person’s hand while they still had their change (haircuts were 75 cents and they had two bits change) so often the 10 cent paper was purchased for a quarter. Pretty tricky, I might add. But then Wenatchee Daily World paperboys (there were no girls) were resourceful and did not like to take no for an answer...only one thin dime made ...
A year ago, Mariachi Huenachi’s Ramon Rivera was nominated for the state Jefferson Award and was one of five winners. Rivera said getting the award has changed his life and created tremendous momentum for the music and educational empowerment program that he directs at the Wenatchee School District.
Enough. The West Coast port slowdown, or near lockout, whatever the antagonists want to call it, has gone from curiosity to annoyance to full-blown economic crisis. It must end. We are broken. Our outlet to the world has been closed. The entry and exit for half our nation’s trade is, in effect, under blockade. The source of 12 percent of the nation’s gross domestic product is shut off. Thousands are without jobs. Local employment statistics show the impact. Business, farms, factories, families have lost billions, and the figure climbs by ...
The Washington Legislature, for all the heavy responsibility it lifts this session, will be a failure if it cannot debate and pass some kind of package to maintain and improve our state’s transportation system and its withering highways and bridges. This it has tried and failed to do for two years running, but now we approach what should be the final deadline. The state’s economy requires it. Without the efficient movement of goods and people we are lost.
You know a hero. We all do. It is someone who works and gives to help others, without a thought for themselves. It is someone tireless in their effort to improve their community and make it a better place to live. It is someone who sees a need, and acts.
We may be enjoying this lovely spring-in-February weather, pulling out the shorts or prepping the lawnmower, but I can’t help thinking of what might come by late July. Who knows how the weather will treat us between now and then, but right now I can almost smell the smoke. It is truly a shame when that feeling of sunny warmth on your cheek brings a tightness in the stomach. Too warm, too dry, and summer fires will be our punishment. Not again, please.
Are amateur athletes who play for profit-making teams really amateurs, there for the love of the sport? Yes, most say, but someone disagrees. Maybe they are just underage, underpaid employees, their skills and dedication exploited by profit-hungry team owners.