As I rounded second base heading toward third, all I could see in front of me were the arms of my baseball coach hurriedly waving me toward him. Spotting the center fielder out of the corner of my eye toss the ball like a catapult to the third baseman, I felt there was no way I could ever beat the throw. Why was my coach sending me when I would for sure be thrown out? I felt like I was running in water. Nevertheless, I gave it all I had, and with an extra heave, stuck my foot out to hit the base, just in time. “He’s safe!” the umpire yelled to my relief.
We are living in unprecedented times where financial crisis is felt all around us. There are very few families who are not feeling the pain of economic change or the fear of pending devastation. Perhaps the only calm we know for certain is found in knowing we are journeying together in uncertainty — and the knowledge that this season shall pass and lead us into another era.
I’m always reading. Novels, magazines, newspapers, band lyric sheets — whatever I can get my hands on.
Dick Truly, Lowell Haynes and Jack Crawford exemplify a legacy of true character and greatness in their service to our Northshore community and touched forever those who personally knew them.
As they ponder committing Bothell residents and businesses to a $21 million purchase of school-district property in downtown Bothell for commercial development, our city mothers and fathers might consider the value of preserving an important greenbelt on the western slopes of the North Creek Valley, west of Interstate 405.
Despite how much it pains me to admit this, I have a confession to make: I have let myself become victimized by a chronic illness. You guessed it; senioritis is in the air, and has struck me with a particularly bad case that shows no signs of leaving.
Recently I indulged in a fabulous play about a love affair with chocolate. A friend and I returned to Bothell High’s campus, our former stomping ground, to see “Chocolate Confessions” at the Northshore Performing Arts Center. In this charming and whimsical one-woman show, Joan Freed sings the plight of characterized women seeking to satisfy their insatiable desire for chocolate.
For those legislators, city and state officials who think closing one pool doesn’t have much impact on families, consider what effect it’s having on one local swim organization.
When asked about her favorite activity at the Northshore Adult Day Center, Marianne Jones replies, “The people and the food!”
Each morning when I head out to the driveway to pick up the morning newspapers, I can’t help but wonder how much longer they will continue to arrive. The P-I is up for sale with no buyer in sight. The Times continues to lay off employees and may be terminal, as well.
And the local news keeps coming at you. Let’s put an emphasis on local while we’re at it.
As noted in the Jan. 21 Bothell-Kenmore Reporter: “They’re all in synch … But St. Edward’s pool may close in March.”
The years of our youth can be magical. In unique form, there is great splendor in being young and feeling the world before you.
Initially, it looked like it might be a small affair. Just a handful of folks sitting on chairs and quietly watching the big-screen television.
Thanks for a wonderful tribute to Lowell Haynes and to our Bothell community (Jan. 14 Reporter). Thank you for the historical perspective as to how our city government has been able to work through controversial issues with respectfulness for differing opinions and without rancor. Especially appreciated the credit to Lowell, who was responsible for the Park at Bothell Landing.
I have read with interest and humor many of the letters and comments on our recent snow storm and how we coped, or should I say cooped up.
Hello everyone. As was mentioned at the Jan. 14 Greater Bothell Chamber of Commerce meeting, our nonprofit company — Cameo/Carrabba Dance — is still without space in the city of Bothell.
Although I cook dinners during the week, Friday nights are reserved for “take out,” and Saturday evenings my husband, Don, and I dine at our old stand-bys, close to home. They include Hana Sushi, What the Pho! and Jaliscos, with the occasional visit to Chan’s Place and Outback Steakhouse. But, it was time to add a new eatery, or to revisit some of the restaurants we used to frequent in a former life.
Last December, I had the opportunity to prepare and serve dinner to the 90 homeless citizens of Tent City IV at St. John Vianney Parish in Kirkland with a group of Inglemoor High’s Key Club members. Preparing the meal for such a large group was a challenge, but serving the meal and socializing with the homeless was one of the most rewarding experiences of my life.
Our Bothell and Kenmore communities lost three prominent personalities over the past extended holiday period — Dick Truly, Jack Crawford and Lowell Haynes. The Reporter’s columns have paid tribute to all three.
