Being a columnist, I have the luxury of pontificating my thoughts in a free press in a free country. We try to avoid being too political, but this election is so interesting, I have to share my feelings.
We haven’t been able to get the final figure from the exhausted volunteers who put on the sell-out Wags to Riches, the fourth annual benefit for the Friday Harbor Animal Shelter, July 27.
Not since Mel Brooks’ “Blazing Saddles” have I laughed so hard at a spoof of the legendary myths of the ol’ Wild West as I did watching friends and neighbors of San Juan Island going through their wild paces in the preview performance of “The Death & Life of Sneaky Fitch,” showing through Saturday in the San Juan Community Theatre.
Back in 1938, I was considering getting out of high school in mid-winter. My Omaha Central High School adviser told me it would be tough entering a good college that way unless transferring from another college.
Seventy years ago at Northwestern University, Professor Bergen Evans used to insist that his students read the King James version of the Bible and the works of Shakespeare while taking his sophomore English class.
We now have a disaster center right here in island city at Mullis!
It was short notice, but it was done Jim Lehde’s way.
Before Jim Fred Lehde died at home at the end of last month, he had ordered that his obituary be written by a good writer, former Journal staffer Chris Craven. He told her to keep it to 200 words — concise and straightforward, like any good news story.
John Towson and golfing members of the Leo Club stood behind a check for $500 for the Save Our Schools fund, at the conclusion of the second annual Leo Club Spring Scramble Golf Tournament June 8 at San Juan Golf and Country Club.
One of the greatest things about travel is running into friends of yore and seeing them happily ensconced in the glamorous areas we visit.
Thus it was when we attended a family wedding in Puerto Vallarta May 8. We found Liana (formerly Lee Ann) Turner on VallartaBlog.com. Turner, who worked five-plus years on The Journal with me, had moved there in 1995.
Living in the San Juans is a joy for many reasons, not the least of which is getting to know so many fine people. Occasionally, their names are associated with historic accomplishments, e.g., Fred Hoeppner at Pearl Harbor, Roy Matsumoto with Merrill’s Marauders, the late Tuck Smith with the sinking of the Bismarck. Now, as we remember D-Day, Marty Garren joins those ranks.
I was born in Iowa and my mother was a teacher in a one-room Iowa school house.
One of the greatest things about travel is running into friends of yore and seeing them happily ensconced in the glamorous areas we visit. Thus it was when we attended a family wedding in Puerto Vallarta May 8. We found Liana (formerly Lee Ann) Turner on VallartaBlog.com. Turner, who worked five-plus years on The Journal with me, had moved there in 1995.
I decided to do a three-dot column à la Herb Caen or Emmett Watson, to note a few things I thought about writing on before goofing off in the sun ... we needed the break. Here goes ...
