Question: At what speed are you dead if hit by a car?
Answer: “A pedestrian has an 85 percent chance of death when involved in a motor/vehicle collision at 40 mph, a 45 percent chance of death at 30 mph, and a 5 percent chance of death at 20 mph.”
To Ponder
Letter: The Coin Toss
I bet, from the title, you thought this was about football. It’s not. But because you thought it was, we’ll begin there.
Letter: The Power of Inattention
Solving problems by common sense and courtesy.
“An old recipe for a rabbit dish starts out, ‘First, catch the rabbit.’
“That puts first things first,” writes Charles Swindol in his book “Man to Man.”
Letter: I Thought He Was Your Friend?
Loyalty or honesty – which quality best describes a friend? “I thought he was your friend?”
The question was asked of me by a reporter. I’d just retaken my seat following the allowed three minutes at the microphone in which I had chastised one of the city council for his attempt to override our community effort to honor one of our locals.
Letter: So Who Are You Anyway?
Anonymity, most typically, suggests epic buffoonery sans backbone.
A while back a local newspaper, in an article headlined “No More Taking Potshots from Behind Anonymity,” decided that if you can’t stand behind it, they were not going to print it.
Letter: Let’s Clear the Air
About Puget Sound Clean Air – On the day after July 4 when America celebrated with bombs bursting in air, I’m preparing my case to argue before the Pollution Control Hearings Board about chestnuts (actually hot-dogs) roasting on an open fire.
Letter: Lakewood’s New Entrance
“Lakewood looks to make good first impression with new entrance.” I’ve a suggestion.
And it not only meets the standards of the current one (of four) “recommended for council approval” – bold lettering, back-lit at night – but this – consider it a write-in vote – nomination for Lakewood’s new welcome mat exceeds the purpose and potential in
Letter: Hot (under the collar) Summer Nights
The sign on the gate at Harry Todd Park in Tillicum declares the place closes – and the gate gets locked – at 9 P.M.
I drove into the park – through the open gate – at 9:45 P.M. July 1, to see why a bonfire and the comings-and-goings of a number of cars was, well, on-going.
Letter: The Value of Conflict – As We Approach Our Nation’s Birthday
A cracked Liberty Bell summons to America. Forever.
Sometimes to initiate a newbie to our youth group we’d randomly place on a sheet, in full view of everyone, a dozen or more eggs right out of the carton. The new kid on the block was then blindfolded and challenged to walk from one side of the sheet to the other with the objective of not stepping on any of the landmines.