The Suburban Times

Today, March 18, is dad’s birthday. Today – our normal workout day – my brother and I rowed our regular four-miler on American Lake. It was only our fifth time together in the double racing shell. Half-way down the course, weaving among buoys and small islands, hugging the shoreline, doing our best to avoid the […]

Perhaps as many as 300-400 ships annually “would be no more” per the Bill Gaither lyrics (below), were it not for the Cape Disappointment lighthouse – and the United States Coast Guard Station nearby – that marks the entrance to the Columbia River “reputed to be one of the most dangerous in the world.”

In this world of high-tech everything, my standard Timex watch-slash-calendar is not with the program. Not that it can’t do lots of stuff: record my workouts for example; store my workouts; wake me up in the morning; even tell me what time it is. But currently it is a day ahead of everything else.

How the Mariners can win the Pennant. Sing it with me (to the tune of the Armour hotdog song. Not the ‘take-me-out-to-the-ballgame hotdog song):

Summer: endless sunny days, rosy cheeks, no more wildly-flying-pigtails-while-airborne-into-puddles but the same peals and squeals of laughter are heard back-and-forth on the swing. Once the harvest is in.

Tillicum lost another of its leaders in the recent death of Pat O’Brien. Perhaps my favorite story of those we swapped by phone over the years, and again in the waning days at his bedside, was the opportunity he had to set aside the standard requirements that had been imposed by the school in order […]