My youngest sister and I planned this months ago after I bought my new car. She couldn’t or didn’t have the time for me to go all the way to Bend, Oregon where she lives, so compromised on Charbonneau Park, not too far from the Tri-Cities where we grew up.
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All These Icons Are Gone
Last week we lost some pretty familiar if not famous people who entertained us these last fifty or forty years. Ozzy Osbourne of Black Sabbath fame was my first exposure to this thing called heavy metal.
A Difference in Time and Place
Twenty-five years ago I would’ve considered what happened last Friday just a case of bad timing. A runner or jogger was struck by a car, and the driver was allegedly intoxicated at the time of this accident.
Maybe A Solution
I go through Spokane on occasion because I still have appointments to keep.
The other day I drove by apartments that were vacated because they were drug dens, and many people were fed up with these residences.
The consequence? More homelessness than ever.
Unfortunate News
Sunday was probably the worst, though there have been other incidents too. The incident of a father killing his three young daughters, comes to mind. Then two weeks ago on Fathers’ Day. There a motorcyclist was ran into by a man who also tried car jacking another car and shot an Idaho man who had a permit to carry a firearm.
The Price of Patriotism
Back when I was in the Army National Guard, which seems like a lifetime ago, someone asked me how I could be in the military and still call yourself a democrat. At that time, I couldn’t tell him what Adlai Stevenson so eloquently expressed.
Defining Music
At work I do a lot of thinking about the obscure and abstract. Being a janitor and all that allows me that luxury. So I’m absently cleaning one of the restroom I’m responsible for and in the background there are various music genres that play throughout the casino though most of the guests are more than likely to tune out the tunes.
Remembering an Old Friend
Now it’s going on what sixteen years? Anyway, his name was Steve McCollough, and he was my roommate for a number of years back in the early 90s. I lived at his house that was next door to my parents’ place in West Richland. Coincidence?
What Happiness Is
I read a New York Times article that delve into happiness. It’s not just something obscure or esoteric, but something tangible that gives all of us a feeling of importance. But then the question remains, what is happiness?
Anecdotes
My story revolved around the time I spent with my Uncle Lloyd at his homestead outside Jackson, Wyoming. It had been too hot to do anymore work in his log cabin and Uncle Lloyd suggested we go fishing at the Snake River.
Jerry Schellhammer 