Because I love my prefrontal cortex, because I have an inordinate amount of pride and for this reason don’t like to make a fool of myself in front of other people, and because it’s illegal, I don’t drink.
When “Bud” Ericksen served as Bothell mayor from 1969-1973, the mayor and members of the City Council sat around a huge oak table supported by tree-stump legs and they conducted the city’s business from reasonably uncomfortable chairs.
About five years ago, supporters of youth athletics and the city of Kenmore embarked on a journey to locate suitable sites in this community upon which ball fields could be developed. This action was precipitated by the impending loss of the four ball fields that are current leased at Bastyr University. Bastyr has informed representatives of Kenmore Little League and other field users that the fields may not be available after the 2009 season. Bastyr officials are attempting to be as accommodating as they can for youth sports organizations, but it is understood that they have a right to develop their site as they see fit and as is legally feasible.
Thanks for the love
The fire was burning bright for the Northshore Public Education Foundation last Wednesday.
Friend, Camille, and I meet for breakfast once a month at Steve’s on Main Street, Bothell. We love it there. The booths are comfortable, noise level low, the atmosphere is downright homegrown folksy and waitress, Bobbi Graff, is delightful.
Education foundation needs some support
Watch out, grown ups — me included, I guess — today’s students are on a writing binge.
The April 16 article written by Joshua Adam Hicks about the Kenmore City Council voting against building a sports field at Wallace Swamp Creek Park (WSCP) is very close and dear to my heart. I have lived in Kenmore since the age of 9. I played Little League ball, soccer, football and tennis as I worked my way through the Northshore School District as a student at Lockwood Elementary, Kenmore Junior High and Inglemoor High. I’m a huge fan of youth athletics and feel that more should be done by rural municipalities to ensure that our youth has places to play sports of all kinds.
At the Northshore School Board meeting April 22, the board decided to cut at least two essential services to students despite a standing-room-only crowd protesting the cuts. The standing-room crowd was not allowed to voice their concerns as the board also decided to limit the speakers to a total of 10 before making its decisions.
Thank goodness for choices.
The subject of shelter animal care is an emotional issue, and one that until just recently divided us in county government. Strong feelings expressed from people in our community and the great number of e-mails and calls demonstrate how much we all care about the animals in our shelters. It is emotional because those of us with pets often consider them part of the family. It is especially painful to know that we aren’t giving the best care possible to the living, vulnerable and innocent creatures that are in our shelters because they were lost, unwanted or have been abused.
Nurse: “Doctor! There’s an invisible man in the waiting room!”
Another tax day in America has come and gone (with the property tax deadline just around the corner). It brought to mind the vast difference in Bothell’s tax base today compared to when Bothell was designated as merely a town in the eyes of state government. That would have been in the late 1950s, when the primary tax dollars were being generated by three car dealerships — Green Ford, HasBrouck Chevrolet and Ericksen Motors.
Editor’s note: This is a tribute to Dorothy Harshman, who passed away March 31 at the age of 86.
Regarding most recently published letters for/against advertising from Planned Parenthood:
I had a weird thought cross my mind when I was updating the Northshore schools’ list for our Residents’ Guide:
Our great Northshore schools are under extreme pressure. Pressure to educate our children to our higher standards. Pressure to meet and exceed WASL (Washington Assessment of Student Learning) scores. Pressure to attract and retain the highest quality staff — all within the constraints of an inadequate state funding system.
Eating chocolate in bed would not usually be OK with me. Crumbs, especially in bed, are upsetting. But on this particular occasion, what used to be a reasonably sized bar of dark chocolate has by now been completely decimated; what remains is lying on top of the wrapper, next to me beneath my purple comforter. I’ve been under here for about two hours now, time I would usually regret not spending more productively — I could have gone running, taken a shower and dried my hair in that amount of time; I could have baked two full batches of cookies; I could have cracked out a few integral calculus problems.
I’m old enough to remember days when a ride in the family car was a big deal. Especially when the old buggy was about to turn a milestone number on the speedometer.
