Take a look at The Beachcomber’s annual Gift Guide in this week’s paper — page 12, to be precise —…
As you may have heard, King County faced a $90 million shortfall in the general fund this year, and funding for human services was drastically reduced. Human services agencies have been on the offense working to maintain needed funding, and we continue to work to have money restored to human services agencies across the board.
Mainland cities have always been built near dependable fresh water sources: large rivers, lakes, snowcapped mountains. Small islands rarely enjoy such luxuries but depend upon rainfall to replenish their wells and creeks. Like Vashon, most islands are sole-source aquifers with nothing but juicy clouds to wet their whistles.
For more than an hour, a standing-room only crowd waited patiently as the Vashon-Maury Island Community Council waded through committee reports and other business to get to the hot topic on hand: an emergency motion by Tom Bangasser about King County’s rezone of the K2 site.
But when the issue finally came up, three people — one-third of the community council board members present — voted that the measure was not an emergency. And thus it ended, with scarcely a word on the topic spoken.
If there was one thing that anyone who ever attended St. John Vianney Catholic Church in the past 10 years knew, it was that our parish priest, the Rev. Richard Roach, was a man of many words.
The photographs of indigenous people from Puget Sound and the rest of Washington State are especially poignant; they are beautiful images. Yet the Lummi, Duwamish, Suquamish, Snohomish and other Native people in the images, even those who physically survived, were the victims of genocide. I’m glad these pictures are on display to remind us of local history. At the same time, I’m perturbed by the way they are sometimes treated.
Listening to the deep caring and thoughtfulness of my own daughters led me to plan a celebration for the young citizens of Vashon Island on Nov. 4, at the Backbone Campaign’s election night party.
Why is that? Why do some places grab us by the throat, the way a good detective mystery does right from the first paragraph, so we can’t let go? What is it about them that makes us feel so comfortable?
Sinus Block sounds like a nasal problem, but it was also the name of my maternal grandfather.
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