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Distracted joggers? Sounds like driver is to blame | Letters
An open letter to Dick Barnes from a lazy ass smoker who does not “jog”. (By the way, Dick, it’s called running now.)
Dear, Dick Barnes;
Please define distracted.
Your grammar is atrocious and your syntax is terribly confused.
I am unable to discern which features of these women nearly drove you to suicide or involuntary destruction (“Lives at risk from distracted joggers,”). Were you coming at their boobs or their butts? (Light matters, right?)
I can’t help but picture you in a “Luxury SUV” (Whatever the hell that means) driving a bit too fast. Because you want people to pay attention to you like the runners did not.
Moira Halloran/Friday Harbor