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This morning, I drove to Redmond Town Center to meet a friend for lunch. On my way there, I had listened to musicians like Jason Mraz, Colbie Caillat, Chris Brown and Coldplay on the radio, all the while thinking that I really ought to be listening to NPR and catching up on political news instead. When finally I mustered the willpower to leave Mraz behind, I found that NPR was also playing music; and what’s the point of listening to music on NPR when I can listen to whichever music I want? Goodbye NPR jazz, hello Mraz.
Nancy Christian’s first day driving a Northshore school bus didn’t go as planned. “I had 60 Kokanee (Elementary) children on board that day,” she recalls. She turned the corner from 240th Street Southeast onto 35th Avenue Southeast, allowing herself and the big yellow bus ample room to make the corner. However, the car sitting on 35th decided to pull forward a wee bit, thus throwing off Nancy’s calculations. The right rear tire of the bus fell into the ditch, the ditch she so desperately wanted to avoid, throwing the bus into a lean.
Bothell Way (State Route 522) is a critical transportation corridor for north King County residents. However, it is congested, demand for park-and-ride spaces exceeds capacity and buses are crowded. With the state considering tolling the State Route 520 bridge, the transportation situation along Bothell Way might get worse. If tolled, many commuters will bypass the bridge and use alternate routes, particularly Bothell Way, to avoid paying the toll.
Revisiting Reporter’s accident article
Ah, perfection. We’d all like to achieve it, but — let’s get serious — none of us ever will.
“I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America, and to the republic for which it stands, one nation under God, indivisible with liberty and justice for all.”
Since these truly feel to be the dog days of August, I’ll take another swing at a collection of “Sub Blurbs” by covering several topics.
A few years ago, I put my daughter on an airplane to Europe. I didn’t want her to fly, but train travel would have been difficult.
There’s a peacefulness looking out over the wetlands from the shared campus of Cascadia Community College and the University of Washington, Bothell (see page 9 for photo).
E-mailing is first on the continuum of technological intimacy. Next comes instant messenger, then texting and, finally, the telephone. My generation grew up on communication technology; we develop thumb problems from texting and we feel like we’re missing something as essential as underwear when we go out without our cell phones. Anyone who went to junior high since the advent of the Internet and instant messenger understands the continuum: when you’ve been texting or IM-ing another 13-year-old of the opposite sex and suddenly he or she wants to call you, that’s a big leap.
The July 23 Reporter article “Bothell reels in Kenmore’s city manager” did not give fair representation to my ideas. From my notes, this is what I said at the City Council meeting July 14:
A wide cross-section of Bothell’s citizenry told elected city officials last week just how much they love the Park at Bothell Landing — just as it is. In fact, they declared emphatic support for expanding the urban park as a treasured public, open space not to be frittered away to surface parking lots and huge, out-of-scale public structures.
Hard to believe there ever was a time when retail stores didn’t open their doors on Sundays until noon in respect for families whose Sunday mornings were reserved for church.
Dear Friends, Partners and Community Members,
Barbara Donnelly is at it again.
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 cozy house nestled among the trees, azaleas and rhododendrons of Rhododendron Park is home to Kenmore’s Senior Center.
I don’t eat burgers, but this summer I am working at a burger joint. The irony of this is a small price to pay for the sake of earning my own money and having the experience of being a waitress, which thus far has taught me how to deal with frustrated customers, split tips and mop a floor — and, ultimately, how to be an adult.
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.
The other day, I thought of a new law that ought to be enacted.