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Monday, June 11th, 2007

Posted by V W @ 05:01:39 pm

Point Defiance is quite possibly one of the greatest city parks in the country. It certainly is one of the best in the Northwest. It features a picnic grounds, a beach, an old fort, a great zoo and even a train. The 5-mile drive is simply breathtaking.

This last Saturday, we took two of our granddaughters out there to ride the train at the Camp 6 logging museum. The conductor, Cliff, is also a part of a small singing group my wife heads up. Ivy, the oldest of our six granddaughters, was celebrating her fourth birthday. We also brought along another granddaughter, Ya-Ya (Aiyanna)to help celebrate . Ya-ya turned two a couple of months ago.

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Categories: Tacoma
Posted by Tracy Lebenzon @ 09:24:34 am

Greenwater is blessed with a wide variety of breath taking terrain. There are so many lakes, creeks old- and new-growth tree lined trails that a person could spend much of a life time exploring the area and be challenged to see it all. I haven't spent more than a few years exploring the area and will never see it all, but the Greenwater trail is one of my favorites any time of the year. The trail is open to both hikers and horse riders and as a result the lower half of the trail seems as wide a suburban boulevard. Walking this trail is like being the best movie scenery you’ve come across. It may be likened to an epic movie as the trail is stated as being at 7.6 miles from the trail head to Echo Lake and another 4.3 miles from there to Corral Pass. Plus like some movies, the Greenwater trail offers an alternate ending, which in this case means a different destination called Lost Lake. Beyond that you can make your way up to Noble Knob. But unlike an epic movie, no one has to die tragically and you can turn around at any point. Plus, if you want, you could spend a few days on this trail as overnight camping is permitted, and even bring a pet dog, as long as the dog stays on a leash. You will need a Northwest Forest Pass to park in the provided parking spaces.

Really, most folks are not thrilled at the idea of walking 7.6 miles one way. For one thing the elevation gain from the outset to either Lost or Echo lake is about 1,400 feet, and the 2nd half of the hike (about 3.75 miles) is steeper than the first half. The first half offers a modest grade. If you wanted more time on this trail, say to head to one of the peaks that are considered the “end” point, you’d gain a little shy of another 1,800 feet. Whew that is a workout! And even worse nearly every trail in this area leads to yet another trail, so there really is no end, except, of course for the amount of time you have to explore.

But there is much to enjoy if you do what I typically do and pick a block of time for the outbound segment. It is likely you’ll stay longer than your original time estimate. It is also likely that you’ll come back again. For most folks going to the lower lakes, which is up to about 2 hours outbound (around 2.2 miles) is time very well spent and offers a mind opening experience.

On this day in May we packed up the car and headed to the intersection of SR-410 and USFS 70. Then we followed USFS 70 for about 9.5 miles until we saw the sign indicating the arrival of the Greenwater trail head; parked the car then set out to enjoy the scenery, collect some photos and to reward ourselves with some good treats we brought along. (As an aside, if you, like me enjoy bike riding as much as hiking, you’ll find that USFS 70 may be your new best friend.)

The Greenwater trail offers an ideal combination of fairly level terrain leaning to an occasionally moderate grade. You walk along the trail as it passes through old growth and 2nd growth forest, past lush meadows next to wilderness lakes. The trail meanders along the valley created long ago by the Greenwater River. Your main companions are the trail and ever delightful Greenwater river. This trail has several exhilarating foot bridges which are like jewelry in a rustic setting. Many bridges are single pieces of hewn old growth, with handrails, and which span some playful terrain. Some bridges are low and afford a chance to walk very intimately with the surrounding nature. Due to being a combined horse/people trail for about half the distance, the trail is more akin to a walk in the park than an exploration through the wilderness. But make no mistake. This trail most definitely is in the heart of the forest.

The Greenwater trail will transform your outlook. My thoughts tend to revert to a less complex, less conflicted state of mind while my body comes alive in response to the sights and sounds. Most folk have a voice in our head that keeps us company. This trail has always been able to change what that voice has to say. It can quiet the constant dialog about life and work and free me to a kind of boundless enjoyment. I think this kind of bliss-filled escapism is one of the reasons I enjoy hiking so much. Well that and it feels good to go for a long walk. After all, we are all half legs. That should tell us something! And long walks are as good for the mind as the body. On the Greenwater trail this thought transition occurs only moments into the trail. The dramatic shift of lighting plays a huge role. Also this stretch of woods is very very quiet. The area provides a sense of connectivity between myself and the surroundings. The dominant sounds are song birds, the various sounds of the lakes and river, the breeze through the trees and my boots on the soft dirt.

The lighting through the forest is constantly changing as are countless other small components. It was through photo studies that I came to see that in subtle ways the combination of landscape and lighting changes second by second. This hints that change is at the very core of nature. In most ways change is on so small a scale as to be unobserved, but in time this series of small changes leads to more easily observed change. Change on this level is often nuanced and a very creative process, and I think that is part of the reason many are attracted to the forest. Even the lighting changes constantly.

There is a section on the trail with some very large trees that a few years ago fell across the trail. Sometime after that a group of volunteers came through to slice segments of the trees away, to clear the trail. I'm a little over 6 feet tall and the cross section photo below is about 2 feet taller than me! Some of these trees are home to notes left by fellow travelers. I always like reading these as it is interesting to get a glimpse of what folks care to leave behind. Many notes are names and dates, some include poetry, some have a paragraph of thought, but most are too faded to read. The slow march of time dissolves all but the most resilient comments from the past.

Early on we get some glimpses of the more massive landmarks along the river. Trees can grow to hundreds of feet in height, fall and decompose while the stone wall changes little other than the shapes of moss.

Here a butterfly rests on a large leaf. The butterfly has been given a place of high regard in our culture. Some say butterflies are flirtatious, others say the butterfly is symbolic of the transformation of the soul. Some say butterflies symbolize freedom. I don’t pretend to know if those observations are true, but there are a lot of butterfly encounters around Greenwater.

The river itself has a unique character, and is the star of the trip.

There are a couple of lakes along the lower part of the hike. The one photographed below is called lower Greenwater Lake or Meeker Lake. It is about an hour or so back from the trailhead. The clarity of the water is amazing here as nearly everywhere along the trail. Be warned that this area really risky! The risk is because it is so seductive, you’ll want to visit regularly.

The trail also has some remarkable bridges. Many are carved from a single old growth log which has been placed by hand and had hand rails fitted for added safety. All were built with the use of chainsaw and other small construction tools. One bridge early on the trail was built with heavy equipment. I'm guessing it was a decision to protect the river from the erosive effects of horse traffic, but the remainder of the bridges are largely hand made Due to the bridges, the trail affords easy access where otherwise most would never tread.

This two segmented bridge (photographed on an earlier outing) marks the outward point of our trip for today. Our treat du jour is called the Southback Seven Layer Bar. A just right dose of chocolate, coconut, butterscotch and some other goodies. It is very sweet and just like the Greenwater trail itself, once you’ve tasted it, you will be back for more.

After our treat we reluctantly turned back to make our way back down the trail, taking time to savor each step. While this trail doesn’t offer much by way of panoramic views, it will give you a unique opportunity to surround yourself with a pleasant excursion into the forest and enjoy the many delights of the Greenwater river.

The return trip always goes by too quickly and once back at the parking lot I've had a good workout, feel relaxed and my troubles are far behind. The irony is that no sooner do I see the end of the trail than I start thinking about when my next outing will be.

With the advance of Spring, destinations at higher elevations are quickly loosing their heavy coat of snow. The next trip will be to see what changes have come to another of my favorite trails called the Glacier Basin trail at Mt Rainier.

Note: a duplicate of this article but with larger photos is posted at www.explore-greenwater.com.

Categories: Greenwater
Posted by Stephanie @ 07:01:19 am

Pat and Lorraine have voiced two aspects of what this season means to me. Our household looks forward to and honors each turning of the season and the Summer Solstice heralds the joyful lushness of warm days and much time out-of-doors with Mother Nature. So too, it brings the heady freedom of school being out for summer. One year the Goodman office manager actually played Alice Cooper’s song over the PA system as the buses pulled away. Along with the heady sense of freedom is the sadness of saying goodbye to the students with whom we’ve been privileged to spend time, knowing that although some will stick their heads in our classroom door, we will no longer be in the educational trenches with them. But the road beckons.

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Categories: Tacoma, Gig Harbor, Ashford 3 comments

Sunday, June 10th, 2007

Posted by Pat McGregor @ 11:12:11 am

As a teacher, I always have mixed emotions about the end of the school year. On one hand, I get to spend valuable time with my son, doing all those father/son things we miss out on sometimes because I work. We have several "schemes" in the works already, some of which may get us in trouble with mom....

I also get to devote more time to my community projects, such as the Alcohol Impact area, Historic District, cleanups and of course, my house, which is always in need of something.

The sad part is leaving my students. Although this is a time for me to catch my breath and re-energize for next year, I find myself thinking about what their summers will be like, especially the ones who have to worry about being initiated into a gang, seeing the police at their house, losing their home, taking care of their 15 year old sister's baby, getting abused by a parent or seeing their parents drunk or high on drugs.

As they leave our school, I can already see the ones who view our school as their home, as a place where no one will hurt them and where someone will value them for what they bring to our class, not condemn them for each little flaw they may have. They are currently struggling to hold it together, although they cannot tell you why (but I know).

I still hold all my students accountable, but also assist them in realizing what they can be, that they don't have to become what they are surrounded by each day. Unfortunately, some will join a gang, get pregnant or arrested. Hopefully, they will be back next year to fix their mistakes or start over again with a clean slate. Once they walk into my room next year, I'll start the same process again with the same hope for them.

I switched careers five years ago to become a teacher (I used to work as a lobbyist.) I typically get flack from my friends and family about not working or being paid too much - however, they always follow it with, "But I wouldn't want your job."

Teachers don't always get to see the immediate results of their work. I don't know what comment on life or math lesson or what praise will stick with them. I hope they remember them this summer, when they have to face those tough decisions that no 11-12 year old should ever have to face, but do in today's world.

I wish all students a happy and safe summer - See you next year!!!

Pat McGregor

Categories: Tacoma 1 comment

Saturday, June 9th, 2007

Posted by Stephanie @ 05:14:59 pm

More than 56 percent of Americans own their own clothes dryer. Seventy-two percent of our nation’s poor own a clothes dryer. Apparently the Laundromat industry believes that 100 percent of the people living in Gig Harbor own their own washer and dryer and do not ever, under any circumstances, need a Laundromat because there no longer is one on this side of the bridge unless you would like to drive to Home.

We have a theme going at our house—the Industrial Revolution has turned against us. We’ve been without an operating furnace for over two weeks. Our little Toyota pick-up picked this week to throw a rod. Monday, just in time to have missed the sunny weather, our clothes dryer refused to run. A family of six that includes a three-year-old, generates a lot of laundry so this failure of modern technology caused a groan from the adults, specifically from my daughter-in-law and me.

Normally this is the time of year that I clean the clothes line of the algae that builds up on its vinyl coating over the winter and locate the clothes pins. Anything I can do to save energy and help stop global warming I’m happy to do. Besides, I like the smell of line-dried clothes. I’d actually cleaned the line and dried a load of towels outside last week, but my husband was slow locating the spot where he’d stored the wooden drying rack—too slow. He found it just in time for the simultaneous disappearance of the sun and the quitting of the dryer. Must be the switch we figured. Now we are not exactly DYI experts, but it seemed logical so the part was ordered. What to do in the meantime? Once again, the lack of laundry facilities in the Harbor reared its ugly head.

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Categories: Gig Harbor, Fox Island
Posted by Lorraine Hart @ 12:23:03 pm

On Thursday, June 21st. at 10:06 in the morning, PST, we will stop for just a moment at the full-tilt of the earth. On our spinning world of opposites, it means Summer for us in the Northern Hemisphere, Winter for the Southern Hemisphere. We will experience the longest day of our year and those below the equator will have their longest night, as they tip away from the sun's light.

If you like to watch how the sunlight daily washes over us, in differing patterns as we dip and rise, here is a link to one of my favourite sites....

http://www.die.net/earth/

We move with this rhythm all our lives but sometimes forget to stop for that precious moment and notice; we forget to honour the exquisite dance of life on this pretty blue marble, spinning and wobbling through space.

We didn't mean to lose the greater rhythm in creating our own. We didn't mean to create this illusion of forced time and productivity...and yet it claims us by its righteous foresight.

We spin between regret for what has or has not been and fear for the future. The only thoughts of right now...where was I? Where should I be?

Moments brought to us by Mother Earth's dance, the Summer and Winter Solstices, Spring and Fall Equinoxes, the Sun, the Moon, the blanket of stars and the wildness that is still here, are for us to cry the joyful, "I am!" to the universe. These moments are made to marvel at our journey and the wonder of it all.

Stop, for a moment, your frantic search for the end. Be here now. I invite you to dance. I invite you to feel the rhythm as close as your own heartbeat, to dive deep into the river life flows in and celebrate its being. Watch the basic patterns of our world and you may find answers to some basic questions within. Here's wishing us all a celebratory Summer Solstice...a grand Full-Tilt Boogie!

For what is time but this moment, all ways, forever touched with grace, if we only hold it so.

Categories: Key Peninsula 2 comments

Thursday, June 7th, 2007

Posted by Oneal J. McGowan @ 08:31:45 pm

Here is a picture of one of my favorite writers,Robert B. Parker.

Mischievous smile

Sadly I have finished Parker's novel, HUNDRED-DOLLAR BABY (2006).

tops on the chart!

I was really enjoying his straightforward, fast paced style, beautifully depicted characters, and tightly constructed story, when I realized he was leading me to a surprising and tragic conclusion. "It's like reading one of Shakespeare's tragedies," I thought, "all the elements of the story are coming together in a coherent, startling, and breath-taking fashion.

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Categories: Tacoma, Ashford
Posted by Stephanie @ 06:21:00 am

Tuesday night was the final concert of the year for Gig Harbor High School's choir. It is always a special concert when individuals are recognized for their contribution to the success of the year and this year was no exception. Wayne Lackman, Gig Harbor's choir master, presented graduating seniors with certificates, handed out director's choice and inspirational awards and letters. Then came the students' turn.

Traditionally the members of the various Gig Harbor choirs give Lackman a token of their esteem. This year's group gave him more than a token. In secret the choir and the parent group "Choir Boosters" raised enough money to pay for a trip to Salt Lake City for Lackman and his wife where Lackman will have a seat in the world renoun Morman Tabernacle Choir. Lackman was speechless, but his emotions were evident.

This has been a banner year for Lackman. After delighting audiences with the musical "Beauty & the Beast" which Lackman produced with drama teacher Kristin Zetterstrom, on April 18th he was inducted into the Washington Interscholastic Activities Association's Hall of Fame. "A 1993 Golden Apple nominee, Wayne Lackman is recognized nationally as an adjudicator and clinician. He is considered one of the top choral instructors in all of Washington. Named Washington Music Educators Association Outstanding Music Educator--Pierce County League in 2000, Wayne has been actively involved with the WMEA for many years.

From Washington D.C. to London to Salisbury, Wayne has led his choral groups to a second place finish at the San Francisco Choral Festival. Gig Harbor High School, under his direction, became the first performing group to ever perform on the floor of the Washington State Senate in 2002.

The Gig Harbor Meistersingers received an invitation to represent Washington State in the Cultural Arts Festival connected to the 2008 Summer Olympics in Beijing" (wiaa.com).

Categories: Gig Harbor, Ashford

Wednesday, June 6th, 2007

Posted by Lorraine Hart @ 10:26:55 am

My husband, Matthew, met my daughter when she was six; my son was eleven. He understood when I told him that he would always be chosen third, after my children, and supported me in my choices for them. This wonderful man came willingly to the family table as a friend so that my kids didn’t have to jump between parallel universes when they were too young to really understand adult relationships. He was also the first to put his hand in his pocket when they needed something.

It was my son who told me to marry Matthew and, at thirteen, he cut a dashing figure in a tux as he escorted me down the stairs and to our living room wedding. My daughter was my bridesmaid and my ex-husband was the first person I looked for after the ceremony. Matt accepted it all into his big, beautiful heart as he accepted me.

As soon as we were settled out here, after the move from New York, my daughter came to live with us. My son was already established in his own life so he stayed behind but comes to stay with us often. All this time Matthew never pushed for a position with either of them, just kept himself available. When they needed to talk and emotionally connect, he was ready and right there with them.

In 1998 my daughter went on a spiritual adventure with Native American Elders, canoeing and camping along the Wabash and Ohio rivers. She was bitten by a tick and contracted Lyme disease with co-infections. She came home very sick and the three of us began our odyssey.

How do I begin to tell you of the rock my husband has been for our daughter…the nights he has stayed awake, the sleepless nights by hospital beds, the times he’s held her as she cried in pain. If we need, he will drop everything to come to our aid. In his job as Business Agent for Roofers Local #153, he meets many politicians and he uses his own time to educate them about the Federal Lyme Bill HR 741 and the political battle over chronic Lyme.

Matthew has proven himself to be Dad in the walk, so far, of our twenty years. I can’t think of a better way of honouring him than saying it in this public forum. He never made his own children but he welcomed mine, not to mention all the many other people’s children who have come through our house over the years. He has a heart so big and beautiful, it could only be a Dad’s. Here’s to you, Matthew, and to all the Dad’s out there, both biological and volunteer. Thank you. Happy Father’s Day!

Categories: Key Peninsula 6 comments

Tuesday, June 5th, 2007

Posted by Cheryl Kopec @ 10:04:57 pm

"I like him, I just don't know that much about him." Ever said that to yourself, or know somebody who has? Here's your chance to delve deeply into the thoughts, ideals, and goals of the most audaciously hopeful candidate to hit the campaign trail in decades!

You don't have to support him -- in fact, we welcome people who disagree! It keeps us on our toes and forces us to think more carefully. No pressure, no cover charge, just good folks getting together to exchange ideas and maybe even learn a few things. Book material will be supplemented by relevant speech transcripts. YOU DO NOT NEED TO HAVE READ THE BOOK TO JOIN -- we will be reading it from cover to cover, together!

To get your copy of the book, visit King's Books, 218 St. Helens Ave. (www.kingsbookstore.com), or check with your local retailer. We look forward to some lively and interesting discussions as we explore Barack's life and ideas in his own words.

Sponsored by Pierce County Veterans for Obama.

Posted by Jaynie Jones @ 02:53:47 am

Steilacoom Historical School District #1, the oldest district in the state, will utilize a satellite uplink to transmit live coverage of Pioneer Middle School's promotion ceremony, June 20th.

The purpose of the uplink is to allow a military mom serving in Iraq to be able to see her daughter being promoted.

The promotion ceremony is to honor those students who will move forward from middle school to high school.

Monday, June 4th, 2007

Posted by Stephanie @ 07:02:28 pm

Gig Harbor High School can’t seem to catch a break. Teachers and administrators will be as relieved as students to see the year end. Second semester has brought the dirty dancing tolo scandal, the misuse of security camera footage, and now a teacher has been placed on administrative leave.

This afternoon, math students of the teacher were sent home with a brief letter from Principal Greg Schellenberg explaining that teacher has been placed on administrative leave pending an investigation surrounding alleged inappropriate behavior with a student. This puts GHHS down two math teachers. The district has had difficulty finding a qualified substitute for a math teacher who has been out with a prolonged illness second semester. Perhaps Schellenberg, himself a former math teacher, will step into the breach.

Categories: Ashford
Posted by Stephanie @ 04:39:00 pm

There are certain days on which my father’s absence is more poignant than others. I cry. Those days include his birthday, Memorial Day, Veteran’s Day and, of course, Father’s Day. He loved the Peanuts comic strip and I enjoyed finding him a new Peanuts card each year. I miss that.

Parent/child relationships are complicated and mine, with my largely absent father, was as well. He was larger than life to me and his absence form this world is a wound that will always run deep although five years has, for the most, part dulled the pain somewhat. Except on those certain days.

My father was part of Tom Brokaw’s “Greatest Generation” whose numbers are dwindling daily. The son of a tenant farmer in the Missouri Ozarks, he was raised during the Great Depression or what people called “Hard Times.” He followed his older brother into the Navy and was present with him on Sunday, December 7th, 1941 for the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor. Actually, they were at the Naval Air Station at Kaneohe Bay on the windward side of the island and were attacked minutes before the Japanese zeros struck Pearl. Following WWII he used the GI Bill to complete his education, graduating from Oregon State College with a degree in aeronautical engineering. He went to work for the Boeing Company and stayed there for 35 years working on the B52, 707, 727, 737, 747, and 757 projects, traveling the world. He was present on Enewetok in the South Pacific for two of the government’s operations testing the atomic bomb in the 1950s.

Given all his accomplishments in life, my most important memory of him is the sound of his voice reading bedtime stories. In the days before parents turned that task over to toys the likes of Teddy Ruckspin, he recorded many of my favorite stories onto reel-to-reel tape for me to listen to when he was gone to some far flung place. My other sense memories are the smell of his Old Spice aftershave mixed with the cigarettes in his shirt pocket and the feel of his wool sports jacket against my cheek when he hugged me. I will always be his little girl.

What special memories will you be celebrating on Father’s Day?

Categories: Tacoma, Gig Harbor 9 comments
Posted by Mary Anderson @ 02:42:12 pm

If you have driven I-5 between Lakewood and Dupont on any given Saturday over the last four years, you have likely seen them-- citizens who often brave wind and rain to hold American flags and wave or give a thumbs up to vehicles passing over or under "Freedom Bridge" at exit 122. For a few hours on Armed Forces Day, May 19, I joined them hoping to get to know my local flag-waver. Unexpected, however, was the welcome I recieved, for a time, into a family of caring patriots. Here is how the morning went.

The first flag-waver I happen upon introduces himself as Dean Judd, a current resident of Olympia and former soldier drafted to serve a six year obligation in between the Korean and Vietnam wars. He joined the Army National Guard in Southern Idaho and finished in the Air National Guard of Spokan, but, as he never saw combat, he is reluctant to consider himself a veteran. A work opportunity in the newspaper industry moved him to Washington and, twelve and a half years ago, a job in the governor's office brought him to the west coast where he retired about eight years ago.

As time and lack of further ideas dilutes the rapidity of my questions, Dean inquires of me and kindly offers his knowledge of a job opening: editor at a small paper in Spokan, but, as I have little experience . . . I thank him, promising to return if further questions come to mind and move to flag-waver number two, Greg.

Greg settled in Little Rock, Washington after retiring from the National Weather Service in Alaska. His kids were in Seattle and his parents in Olympia, so this area made sense. Before the draft could snag him, he volunteered for the Air force as a degree in Meteorology made the skies more apropos than the ground. The ladies of the draft office kindly waited for his Air force acceptance to clear him from obligation to a different branch. He served twenty years which included eighteen months in Taiwan and a short stint in Thailand.

Early in our conversation, Greg handed me some dog treats, indicating they would allow me to make an instant friend of Clare-- the dog, named for a county in Ireland, approaching the bridge with her flag-bearing owner, Dagmar. True to his claim, the red-white-and-blue kerchief-clad canine immediately sniffed her dogie desserts, gobbled them from my extended hand, and permitted me to pat her head.

Soon after Clare won a second coarse of treats from Greg, a woman of German decent drove up to deliver goodies purchased from the German deli in Lakewood. Upon the insistence of Greg and Dagmar, I took a pretzel. I tore off pieces of the lightly salted bread as I walked a short distance to Galloping Gertie's to retrieve some plastic-ware to enable our consumption of the chocolate cake which the driver, Elsa, also presented. Elsa has gifted "Freedom Bridge" gatherers with many varieties of strudel, rolls, danishes, pretzels, and cakes as she has weekly donated the foods over the past several years.

Returning to the bridge, I begin an interesting dialogue with Dagmar, an immigrant from Sweden who met her Irish husband (his grandparents immigrated here) on a stay in the United States. We talk of education systems (she is a retired math instructor from Kent), the socialism of Sweden, and her children-- two daughters and one son. One daughter teaches in London, the other is a producer of the television show "House Hunter" out of L.A., and her son works locally in logistics. Her firm patriotism permeates many points of her speech. She enjoys the idea that an American can control his own destiny and refers to the Constitution as a marvel. The idea that other countries hate America simply does not jive with the fact that so many people desire to come here, she contends. A trip with her husband to the beaches of Normandy, France, she tells me, produced in her a weeping. The cemetary there contains the remains of 9,387 American military dead, most killed during the invasion of Normandy and following military action of World War II.

As we talk, a woman slows to yell from her car, "Thank you, my husband is in Iraq." Dagmar comments on the interesting people they meet while standing on the bridge. She includes me among them. I consider it a compliment.

She and others wear yellow hand-made scarves knitted by a woman who volunteers at the home for veterans on American Lake. The neck protectors serve as a needed guard against the seemingly ever-present wind traveling over and under the bridge.

A soldier who earned a purple heart, upon returning from war, gifted the flag-wavers with a stars-and-stripes pin in the shape of a cross.

Another regular on the bridge is likely still on a trip to San Diego, Dagmar tells me. His son graduated from boot camp out of Camp Penelton. The "bridge people", as the son dubbed them, collected monies to purchase a gift certificate for McDonald's, not an appetite quenching option during his rigorous training at camp.

It has started to rain now, and I figure I will move on, perhaps have a look on the base open to the public today. Before I leave, I talk briefly with Arlene Noyes who has many family connections to the military. Her father was in the service, her brother died in World War II and her brother-in-law is retired Air force. Though the current situation differs from that of the last world war, she said, "If its somebody in your family, its everything, and I realize that."

Noyes and the others put the guts in the body of belief-- we support the those who fight for freedom-- that many hold. They stand for those who, in the business of enjoying said freedom, often fail to keep forefront its high cost. But, primarily, those who stand and wave are citizens of vastly varying backgrounds who simply want the troops and their families to know that many appreciate the difficulties faced, activities put on hold, or even life lost for the betterment of fellow countrymen and for the spread of democracy.

They will continue to come to the bridge every weekend until the troops come home, they said.

Categories: Lakewood 1 comment
Posted by Pat McGregor @ 08:28:22 am

This is in response to the 6th and Lawerence article..

Two weeks ago, I was in the middle of gang fight involving about 40-50 gang members (there were three different gangs). They chose to fight at Whitman Elementary School because it was a "neutral" site (at least that is what the gang memebrs told me). A neighbor came and got me to let me know they were gathering.

There were several children playing basketball at the school at the time. Me and another neighbor shuttled them out of the play area where the fight was happening. When I asked some of the gang members about being at an elementary school and the fact that my 7 year old son could have been there, their response was "We would have pulled him out of there so he didn't get hurt." My next question was "Would you have jumped in front of a bullet to save him?" They just stared and I continued and said "You don't think that far ahead, do you?" Two of them apologized and I think they meant it - but it could have been too late for that..

We found another gang member in the neighborhood shortly after and confronted him - he told us he was 22 years old without a job and had dropped out of school. He too appeared sorry and was shaking like a leaf - I saw him the other day at the mall - we simply exchanged head nods to each other...I wish his life had been different...I hope some of them will think about my seven year old son next time they contemplate doing something like that..Unfortunately, it is often too late and they can't get that decision back...

It's been very quiet in our neighborhood since that day...

Pat

Categories: Tacoma 2 comments
Posted by Jaynie Jones @ 04:02:12 am

On returning home Sunday evening after an altogether lovely weekend and a delightful dinner at Knapp's, in the Proctor District, we decided to drop off some rolls of film for processing at Walgreen's on 6th Avenue.

As we approached 6th and Lawrence an array of emergency vehicles obstructed most of the intersection. Tacoma Police, Tacoma Fire, and other emergency personnel were on the scene of what appeared to have been a violent car crash, but we had no idea at first just how violent. A small contingent of onlookers ringed the street corners and were peering around the wreckage. No one was directing traffic. It appeared that all available personnel on the scene were rendering assistance to the injured and oblivious to traffic that continued to snake through the mostly-obstructed intersection.

As we turned South on Lawrence to avoid the fray, two young men were using a gas can to pour some fuel into their vehicle. As we passed by, we asked them if they had seen what happened. They described a running gun battle, crazy driving, and the resultant serious injury crash. We asked if they were going to be okay. They were quite shaken up by what they had seen, but thanked us for our concern and said they'd be okay.

As we went on our way, we could not help but ponder how in a split-second someone (or perhaps more than one person) had made a decision to engage in the gunfire and how that action would likely forever impact on their lives from this day forward.

My husband and I both felt an almost overwhelming thankfulness that we had come upon the scene after the shooting and the car crashes and that we had not been caught up in it. We feel truly blessed. At the same time, we both feel such sorrow for those whose lives will never be the same again at the end of an otherwise altogether lovely weekend.

Sunday, June 3rd, 2007

Posted by Gordon Swetland @ 10:33:49 pm

"He walked right through a wall," said the fellow I was working with, on the graveyard shift, about 10 years ago at Brown and Haley. Ghost sightings at B and H are an evening shifts companion and might even help to keep you awake amongst all the sugary smells.

Stilton-Kellog shoe company was the first to occupy the building in 1902, until Brown and Haley occupied in 1919.

During its 17 year run Stilson-Kellog relied on steam to operate its manufacturing plant, boiler accidents, and explosions occurred occasionally in the 20's, with the primitive gear and no safety laws. The story goes that an explosion killed an employee, who still visits on a nightly basis, as sort of a quality control guy, sampling the goods - sighted by dozens of candy makers and watchmen over the years.

I have long since departed my good friends at B and H, but to this day believe the possibility of apportions passing through walls, sampling the carmelly goop, and having a good time of it.

With most paranormal activity, tragedy almost always leads to a recipe for non-earthly visitors or at least some pretty darn good stories of ghostly sightings, footsteps in the dark, or the worst... strange voices in the night. Got a Tacoma tragic event in mind? Let me know and I'll check it out.

Brown and Haley, Wa Gordon Swetland photo, early morning June 3rd, 2007. Notice the open windows, the melting carmel has a serious effect on room temperature on days like these.

Brown and Haley

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Posted by Kim Thompson @ 03:33:02 pm

Ribbons

The Second Annual Writer’s Fair at Chambers Primary in University Place brought out eager young writers from kindergarten through the fourth grade during the month of May. This PTSA sponsored event (and brainchild of Chambers parents, Sabine and David Endicott) treated the children to the opportunity to let their imaginations soar and bring their stories to life while learning key components in the writing craft. Students were allowed to submit short stories, poetry, and non-fiction writing that centered on this year’s theme: similarities and differences (or how are we different and how are we the same). They were also welcome to illustrate their work with their own artistic touches or use computer graphics. All participating students had their work displayed in the school library, as well as receiving certificates and ribbons, personalized story comments, and other goodies (including a drawing for great literary prizes).

And it didn’t stop there. Prior to the submission (which occurred on May 24th), writers had the opportunity to participate in an informal writing workshop to get help with their writing. Yours truly was part of the “writer’s panel” and the children I proudly helped were creative, bright, enthusiastic, and absolutely delightful. Writers were treated to helpful handouts and delicious cookies that were devoured within minutes, too.

Hardworking writers and their families celebrated their achievements with the final event, the Writer’s Fair Family Night on May 31st. Students, families, and staff got an opportunity to view all of the work proudly displayed throughout the library. Some of the stories got special honorary awards for excellence (some of the honor categories were for poetry/poetic voice, story development, imaginative detail, creative illustrations, and descriptive detail just to name a few). With more sweet treats, soft music playing in the background, and random prize drawings for participants (the prizes included board games and Borders bookstore gift certificates), it was a fun party. Most importantly though, the stories I read were magnificent. I saw terrific pieces on dragons, families, pets, neighbors, and pizza! There were poems, short stories, and autobiographical tales. Two brothers even teamed up to create their work together with one writing and one illustrating. One clever kindergarten student even had an “about the author” section which was positively adorable. I was impressed with the sophisticated and detailed art work that accompanied the stories. You could easily tell that a lot of work went into these stories.

The honorary award winners had the opportunity to read their work in front on the group at the family night. Some participants declined, some nervously began reading their work (and it was beautiful to see their confidence grow stronger the more they read), and a couple of the children really enjoyed getting on the mike and reading their stories in all of their glory.

Chambers second grader (and Writer’s Fair) veteran, Kelsey (seen below), shared her experiences with me. “I’ve done this fair before. My story this time was about a girl and a boy who were good friends and they went to Build-A-Bear Workshop. One of the kids lost their bear and they couldn’t find it! Then they discovered it was in their backpack all along!” Kelsey just beamed and her energy was contagious. I think her big smile says it all.

Congratulations to all the fair participants. I’d like to give a special shout out and words of thanks to Sabine Endicott, The Writer’s Fair volunteer team, Chambers staff, and the Chambers PTSA. A special thanks to Joseph and the TNT for the goodies for the kiddos.

To see a few more photos, click on the “Read More” icon. If you like to comment on this post (especially participating families in this event), click on the “Comments” word on the bottom of this post to drop a line.

Again, way to go Chambers Bulldogs!
Kelsey

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Posted by V W @ 12:42:16 pm

Talk about legislating from the bench! If this particular case wins, a new right will have been created from thin air!

From the Seattle P-I:

On Thursday, the Washington Supreme Court will hear arguments about whether people who can't afford a lawyer for their divorce -- particularly when children are involved -- should be given one at public expense.

Presto! A new right is magically created where non existed before. The Federal and WA State constitutions give you a right to an attorney for criminal offenses. On civil suits, you are on your own. There is no mention of a right to an attorney for civil disputes.

What state law allows is:

State law allows state-paid attorneys in some civil matters, including whether someone should permanently lose all parental rights, or whether someone should be locked away as a sexually violent predator.

Let me explain to you folks what the difference here is. Those civil matters are where the state is suing you, not an ex-spouse suing you.

This case should have been knocked down from the start and the State Supreme Court should have never taken the case.

Several legal groups, including Northwest Women's Law Center and the National Coalition for a Civil Right to Counsel, support the idea of appointing attorneys for people who can't afford them in civil cases that involve serious consequences.

"Emotionally distraught parents are particularly ill-equipped to navigate the civil justice system against their former spouses, who may enjoy a substantial imbalance of power," wrote attorney Robert Welden for the state Bar Association.

A group of retired judges and justices argue that "the failure to appoint counsel effectively renders the guarantee of access to the courts meaningless."

I've been through a divorce and I was the one that couldn't afford an attorney. No one said life would be fair. I didn't squawk to some "men's rights" group or demand the state provide me with an attorney. Yeah, I got screwed a bit. There were also a few things I successfully fought on my own. I got through it.

But fairness aside, the Legislature and the Washington State Association of Counties argue that it's not a question for the court.

On behalf of the Legislature, attorney Erik Price wrote, "Since no constitutional right is involved, whether to extend the reach of taxpayer-provided counsel is a policy/budget choice to be reviewed by duly elected legislators."

That is exactly right. This is for the legislature to decide. If the WA Supreme Court grants the plaintiff their desire, the Supreme Court will have made up law out of whole cloth.

Given that this is Washington State and that it is liberal and most of the Justices on the State Supreme Court are liberal Democrats, There are three possible outcomes.

1. The court will rule against the plaintiffs. -- Not likely since they took the case and they are liberal Democrats. (I wouldn't bet the farm on it, but its probably a good bet) Or...
2. They will decide to legislate from the bench and make up a right from nothing. OR...
3. They will dictate to the legislature that the law is inadequate and demand that they pass legislation allowing the state to pay for a divorce attorney.

Frankly, I see Option 3 as the probable outcome. They won't make up the law, but demand that the legislature make up the law.

And after that, it's Katy bar the door. Because if that happens, every civil case will soon get state paid attorneys.
This is a tactic that has to stop. Take it to court and get a judge to decide in your favor, making up the law as they go.

It's a lawyer full employment case.

VW

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Posted by Pat McGregor @ 12:11:21 pm

Over the past two years, I have been involved with creating Tacoma's next Alcohol Impact Area. This designation would restrict the sales of the cheap, fortified beer and wine so favored by our chronic public inebriates. Typically, it is sold with a high alcohol content and is cheap(roughly less than .06 per ounce)

When we started this endeavor, I didn't quite know what we had as far as a problem with public drunkenness. We did know that we saw them on the street (I live just off of 38th street in Tacoma) and also saw the amount of thefts, prostitution and drug activity increase.

I contacted the Tacoma Fire and Police Departments and requested statistics. What I received was startling. Since 2001, my area had gone from 77 calls for drunk in public to 200 calls - fire stats (we started with a small area). At Whitman Elementary, there are four stores withing 1-2 blocks that sell this type of alcohol. 70% of those students at Whitman walk to school.

I presented these stats to the city council's public safety committee and was asked to look at a larger area, since the maps showed several other hot spots. I met with other neighborhood groups and councils to get them involved as well. We eventually expanded the boundaries, from the orginal impact area on the north, to 72nd street on the south, Portland on the east and I-5 on the west. I wish we could have included the entire city, but that is illegal and the stats didn't support that. The new boundary saw an increase of 179 calls in 2001 to 423 calls last year (fire stats only). Police recieved another 225 calls for drunk in public.

In April, the city council approved, by ordinance, the boundaries for the impact area. We are now in the middle of a six month "voluntary complaince" period where we ask the stores to stop selling this on their own. If that does not happen, we can go to the Liqoor Control Board and they will ban sales of these products within the zone.

People have asked how a liberal democrat like myself would take a away someone's right to drink these products (they have compared it to prohibition.) You can still buy alcohol products, just not those type that are causing the crime issues in our area and draining police and fire resources, when they could be going on other calls. The products target these folks that cannot curb their craving for the next drink. I feel sorry for the chronic drinkers who will do anything to get enough money to but these products to obatain a temporary escape from their daily lives.

The creation of these areas does not simply push it elsewhere. Many of the folks who come to our area to buy this alcohol because it is centrally located to the services they use such as the shelter and other social services. It is a quick walk up the hill and back down at night. The AIA designation would make it very difficult to simply "walk out" of the zone.

It has been a long process, but many positive relationships were fostered - I met many neighborhood groups, agencies, my city council and of course, our beloved police an fire, who take criticism, but will get none here, as they were wonderful.

This led to hope (my neighbor took down his for sale sign)- people are coming out of their homes, taking on other projects instead of hiding inside because they can now see the light at the end of the tunnel. The students at Whitman will now be a little safer, not having to face an issue they are not equipped to handle.

It has been many hours (I am still not done), but well worth the effort once we obtain the designation. I don't pretend this will rid us of all our problems. We will continue to pursue projects (such as the historic district, community gardens, Nationl Night out, Lincoln Park etc..)

Lastly, I'd like to say that the 7-11 on 38th street has already removed some of the products from their shelves. They have also removed the bank of phones that were being used for illegal purposes. They have become a partner with us, not an adversary. as a result, our neighbors now frequent that store.

The Whitman Area Neighbors meet every 3rd Wednesday at Whitman Elementary School at 6:00 pm (we do change them in the summer).

Thanks and all comments are welcome!!

Pat

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