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My husband has become a biker. Not a leather-clad Harley Davidson riding biker — the other kind. I’m really happy for him, truly I am, but his transformation comes with some baggage.
Community Events, September 2014
Vashon’s public schools are strong. The school district is constantly working to address areas that could be improved, and most people would never label island schools as failing. That’s why it’s worrisome that this week a letter will go out to Chautauqua Elementary School parents that does just that.
It would be a shame to see the bike in the tree go away. While Vashon undoubtedly has a lot more to offer than a bike that became encased in a fir tree 60 years ago, the bike is one small thing that makes our island different.
My face is reflected in the deckhand’s mirrored sunglasses as he motions for me to start my car, a stony expression chiseled in his weathered face. I slip the minivan into gear, my dress shirt sticky with sweat. On the dock, in the full glare of early-evening sun, I pass a pair of chortling dusty-diesel busses crowded with a disorderly crush of sweltering commuters.
Of course you read The Beachcomber. So you consider yourself generally well informed, locally speaking. If there’s something else on Vashon Island that needs knowing or news breaking, you’ll find it out at your favorite coffee purveyor, where other regulars offer appreciation, group therapy and relevant facts. That’s why it may come as a mild shock that you could be missing what’s really going on around here.