They say it’s what you eat.
It’s not.
It’s what eats you.
Letter: Sunday, Sunday
Do we still call it Sunday if the sun’s not shining?
“Blur” is not only the name for the alternative rock band that featured their song “Sunday, Sunday,” but blur, blurry, and like-focus-fogging, life-doesn’t-make-sense terms will just as surely as the sun rises descend on and describe us someday – whether a Sunday or perhaps a Monday.
Letter: Draft Day Draft
Who you gonna pick for your team?
“Draft Day,” stars Kevin Costner playing Sonny Weaver, the General Manager of the Cleveland Browns, whose dilemma – with regards the team’s first choice – is “does he pick the player everyone expects him to, or does he go with his gut and pick the player he thinks is truly right for the team?”
Letter: Banned!
What do plastic bags in Lacey; persons at 20 weeks gestation in Mississippi; work emails after-hours in France; after-shave and cell phones in Zurich; tanning beds for teens under 18 in Washington; and new casinos in Fife have in common with the 1st, 2nd, 3rd, and 4th leading cause of death in America roaming Lakewood’s parks?
Nothing.
Letter: Tillicum Elementary New Principal Forum
“Incredible things can happen when decision making includes the community.”
The Tillicum community has perhaps a unique opportunity to participate in a forum at which candidates for a new principal at Tillicum Elementary School will be on hand.
Letter: The Paperclip House
I’ve a house-shaped paperclip holder on my desk. Turn it upside down and shake it and those funny bent wires that hold things together don’t quite escape the chimney at the top since there’s a magnet there that keeps them intact and close at hand.
On this 22nd day of April, the Swedish – my heritage – word for paper clip is “gem” a most appropriate description of my wife whose birthday is today.
Letter: So Let ‘em Go
“Until city governments tie salaries to the communities they serve,” we will be forever growing the size of government.
Lakewood workers are worried.
How worried?
Letter: Preach It, Brother, But Better Yet . . .
If you had been one of those surveyed to finish the sentence that follows, what would have been your answer?
“When people in 50 countries were asked to report their guiding principles in life, the value that mattered most was . . . .”
Letter: No Matching Pants, No Problem
We were the only team without pants to match.
Scruffy jeans with holes in the knees, a third of the boys without mitts, and none – not one – of the 11 having every played organized baseball before.