This is in response to the article titled “Kenmore’s Log Boom beach plan faces opposition” (Reporter, July 2) by Joshua Adam Hicks.
As stated, the Log Boom beach project is included in the Kenmore parks and recreation master plan and approved by City Council in 2003, I assume due to what the people wanted.
The other day, I thought of a new law that ought to be enacted.
Residents and visitors to the Northshore communities have enjoyed an abundance of festive, public events to welcome July and what surely has finally become summer.
WASL victory?
In my unending quest to get people to be safer drivers, I couldn’t be happier with the start of yesterday’s cell-phone-talking/driving ban.
A couple of swimmers jump into the deep end calling, “Watch out!” Some climb down the ladder and many take the staircase at the shallow end of the pool. No matter how they enter, the Northshore YMCA pool is filled on Tuesday and Thursday mornings … for that matter, every morning! It’s 9 a.m. and time for swim exercise class under the leadership of Mary Mussman.
Emotional times these are in Bothell and Kenmore.
Tough and grueling times, but also hopeful days when good thoughts and actions can reach through the gray moments and make a difference in people’s lives.
And members of the Northshore community are stepping up to the plate to help out those in need: specifically Kelly Clark and Duane Ranstrom.
I have a pair of suggestions for summer reading — one authored locally, the other by a national figure with global perspective.
You are always hearing or reading about a “teacher-gone-bad.” That’s what sells papers and makes the news.
Twenty-one years ago, office manager Robbi Pennington met a lost looking soul in the parking lot of Canyon Creek Elementary, and with a warm smile asked, “Can I help you?”
With all due respect to everyone reading this, I maintain that for the past two years I have had the best job in the Bothell-Kenmore area. I have been able to watch as many Bothell, Inglemoor and Cedar Park Christian games I have wanted. For free.
On June 10, I graduated from high school. That night, I slept a great deal more than I have any night this year, and today I started my new job working at a restaurant in downtown Kirkland. Then I missed a deadline. More specifically, I missed my deadline for this column. This is a deadline I have known about weeks in advance, which I had both written down in my planner and on my 1-month calendar. Still, in my newly graduated and unanchored state, I managed to completely forget about it.
From the weather we have experienced lately, one might not know it— but summer is on the way. The arrival of summer in our community is an occasion to be celebrated— for we are all renewed by a refreshed way of living during this season.
Father’s Day is coming up this week, and so is my dad’s 85th birthday. I sure wish he were going to be here to celebrate both occasions, but he’s been gone for 20 years.
Digging through a bunch of old photos of him the other day, I came across one from Father’s Day 1964. I was startled. It was a photo of our entire family — me, my four brothers and mom dutifully facing the camera, posing the way conventional people do. Except for dad. He is facing backwards. Why was he facing backwards? Simply because it looked funny, I guess. Or maybe he was showing off a new haircut. There was no other reason.
University of Washington, Bothell supporters of the international Village Volunteers efforts to provide means for safe, filtered water in the villages of Kenya met recently to assess their fund-raising plans for the balance of 2008.
The student and community interest in the project stemmed from a class led by professor Martha Groom in which students explored humanitarian needs in Kenya.
Letters from Bothell and other area residents.
I still recall the University of Washington freshman orientation keynote speech of five years ago, given by Professor David Salesin, where he urged students to exercise, socialize and intellectualize on a daily basis. If the message was good for the students, it was also good for their parents, I thought. I’ve tried to use his advice ever since.
I’m going to be the girl who falls at graduation. I have imagined myself falling so many times that at this point it is inevitable; I have undoubtedly engaged my muscle-memory by sheer force of imagination. Every time I picture myself falling, the probability of its occurrence inches closer to one.
The Bothell Planning Commission is trying to push through a rezoning at the edges of the downtown development. Instead of a building height limit of 35 feet, they want to raise it to 51 feet, and that doesn’t include the roof, etc. They want buildings on Main Street to be able to go to 75 feet. Can you say tunnel?
I helped a friend and his wife load their stuff into a big U-Haul some days ago. They were moving to southern California. Some people think a move from this part of the world to that part is sort of like trading a gentle scalp massage for a whack on the head with a garden rake. That’s a bit of an exaggeration. A small shovel would be more like it.
