We had a superb time last weekend attending Kent Cornucopia Days. I say "we" because along with my lovely wife, we brought my nephew Alex along to help out with the eating.
It recently was reported in this newspaper that the city of Kent is pondering selling the par 3 golf course at Riverbend. This is a bad mistake on many levels.
The Mariners are enjoying a spring training splash under the Arizona sun. Why should I care? The M's have disappointed me year after year.
Recently in the news cycle, I've noticed more than a few accidents have involved senior citizens and their vehicles.
I was on FaceBook recently and was looking at what my cousins were up to. I have too many to list and too many to remember.
Now that 2010 is in the rear-view mirror and 2011 is one exit away, I can shift my attention to the time-honored tradition of making my New Years’ resolutions.
Dear Santa: Since I can wager your e-mail inbox is full already, I decided to go old school and write this on my Word document and print it, put a stamp on it and schlep to the post office where I stand in line for 20 minutes watching Gramps Muldoon, take five more minutes explaining to me the benefits of postal insurance.
Rest in peace, Dave Niehaus. The Mariners voice for 33 years died of a heart attack the evening of Nov. 10. He was 75 years young. He was an idol of mine for all of those years; I always enjoyed listening to the play-by-play guys since I was old enough to work my AM radio. When I was a kid I did a pretty mean impression of Howard Cosell, and at my first Trailblazer game my first autograph was not for a Blazer, but for Blazer play-by-play man Bill Schonely.
As I write this your Seattle Mariners are wrapping up a dismal year, losing 100 games and now planning golf vacations.
Do you remember this song?
“Can you tell me how to get, how to get to Sesame Street?”
Of course you do. Unless you have been living under a rock, sharing space with Mel Gibson, this was one of the shows of my generation and generations before and after. Now I’m afraid that after 41 years of educating youth, the head cheeses over at Sesame Street corporate have turned soft. They recently pulled a Katy Perry song for being inappropriate.
To Bill Gates @Microsoft
Dear Billy: I am writing you this letter on behalf of the thousands of Seattle Supersonics fans everywhere. We are still sick over the way that Clay Bennett rode into town, money whipped Howard Shultz, wrote another $45 million check to get out of the rest of his lease, and left town with our only franchise to ever win a world championship. I’m surprised we didn’t let him take the Space Needle too.
Soon I will be taking part in another rite of passage. In less than a month, my daughter will be turning 21. I will be taking up a complaint against the Big Skipper on this one, however. Just yesterday it seems she was wondering what shoes go with grape Kool-Aid stains. Just yesterday she was fighting with me about cleaning her ears in the tub. Now she is fighting me on a new place for an earring.
Recently I took the family to the Willamette Valley part of Oregon for a family reunion. Normally family reunions give me a case of the heebee jeebees. I have never liked them up front; it always takes me at least two beers to loosen up and start talking.
Valerie Bertinelli recently graced the cover of AARP magazine. This fact alone has made me finally realize something that I hate talking or writing about. The fact that I am (gasp) getting old. Valerie Bertinelli is turning 50, and I can’t get my head around that.
Did you know you can purchase your own “man cave”? I saw it myself on TV. For a few bucks you can enjoy the peace and serenity of your own manly space, complete with your own hot rod, big screen television and prized hat collection.
As Father’s Day approaches, I’ve been giving some thought on what to get Dads out there. My own Dad passed away years ago, but I am a father, and since I still remember what it is like to give my dad a gift, here are a few ideas about what to get, or what not to get, Dad this weekend.
Last week Ken Griffey Jr. did the courageous and probably hardest thing to do in his career. He packed up his locker and walked out the door of Safeco Field and retired.
