Automated email/text alert from BrickHouse Security to both the mobile phones and computers of the W.T.K. in an undisclosed but highly secured location in the Orient:
“Jesus is on the move.”
Letter: ‘Because we can’ is not good enough
When money is allocated for one purpose but then is used for another, is that legit? When members of the Lakewood Police Department (LPD), or, for that matter, board members of the Clover Park School District (CPSD), jet across the country to attend conferences – whether using grant funds or department funds, let alone buy […]
Letter: Somebody stole the bab(ies)
There’s a story that’s begun on Facebook about Walmart’s missing Jesus. Seems all the nativity sets were minus the infant.
Letter: A case for expanded gambling (and abortion)
December 5, 2014 is evidently the day to celebrate by lifting your glass, as it is the 81st anniversary of the end of “our nation’s failed experiment with alcohol prohibition.”
If you’d like to drink up to that, you can join in here.
Letter: To save 10 minutes, one accident per train crossing in Lakewood every 10 years
According to the Washington State Department of Transportation (WSDOT) Point Defiance Bypass Environmental Assessment (Appendix F: Traffic and Transportation Discipline Report, p.83), “None of the individual crossings are predicted to experience accidents more frequently than one in every 10 years.”
This to save an estimated 10 minutes of Amtrak travel time from Seattle to Portland, and this in spite of proposed safety upgrades.
Letter: Snowmen meltdowns
We called him Frosty the Fairytale Facsimile, our token snowman.
No corncob pipe, just a stick. There were no carrots in the vegetable bin, so a stick served for the nose too. No rolling snowballs around in the yard. No snowman bigger and better than the neighbor’s. A scraped and mounded pile of snow served just as well in which to stick the obligatory twigs. No boots, no buttons, no broom.
Letter: The tree
Of all days for our annual family outing in search for the perfect Christmas tree, it was during a blinding snowstorm.
Ok, half-an-inch of snowfall doesn’t qualify as a storm but the sun shining on the snow was indeed blinding. Though not enough to make a snowman, the snow in the winter wonderland almost-foothills of the Cascades had flocked all the U-cut Grand Firs, Douglas Firs, and Charlie Brown trees too.
Letter: Fishy-stories reflect a disturbing trend
A thief posing as fisherman? That’s an insult.
“Police seek South Hill pharmacy robber wearing fisherman’s hat,” blazed the banner this past Thanksgiving-eve.
Not ‘cowboy hat,’ or ‘stocking hat,’ or ‘baseball hat.’
Fisherman’s hat.
Letter: Feeding the flock
What the heck is sage for?
Other than the second of four herbs in “Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme” – Simon and Garfunkel’s “first masterpiece” – why was sage included in our Thanksgiving dinner grocery shopping list?