Legends of Vashon By Cynthia Sadurni Every time I board a ferry, I always scan the horizon, enjoying the sea breeze and the salty, clean smell of the water. I never tire of the natural beauty that surrounds us. No matter how many times I sail the waters of Puget Sound, wonders abound. There is…
By Alex Soriano The Observant Frog’s Log by Alex Soriano
By Daniel Hooker Q: What do you get when you cross a GPS with an alligator? A: A navigator. ~ I have a contact lens problem. I have no solution. ~ I want to tell you about this woman that I know who only eats plants. I know you never heard of her-bavore. ~ I…
By Diana Diaz In high school in New York City, I had an after-school job at Train, Smith Counsel. The late John Train was a well-known investment advisor, and he was also a pioneering writer. He gave me writing advice and shared some of his more whimsical books with me. I was paid $5 an…
Control, Acrimony & Taxes! By Caitlin Rothermel Washington state politics are absolutely lit this year. To start, we are broke. As a state, we are broke. Only after the November election did we learn that Washington has at least a $12 billion deficit – maybe more like $15 or $16 billion. On his way out the door,…
by Andy Valencia As Amazon eats the world, it’s an interesting exercise to walk the town of Vashon and see what sorts of businesses remain. Most have something to do with eating or drinking, and Vashon Bikes makes a fine exception to the rule. Next door to Cafe Luna, they offer a range of new…
By Marc J. Elzenbeck Once upon a time, cars all had identical headlights. From 1940 to 1984, there was a United States sealed beam standard. While the adage, “You can’t stop within the reach of your low beams, young fella,” was mostly still true, safety had improved. By 1978, lights could come in both rectangular…
By Jane Valencia Editor’s Note: Participating in Island life, we hear Land Acknowledgments at events, from organizations, and see them posted at businesses or on websites. Each year, we welcome the Blue Heron canoe family to our shores at the Low Tide Festival at Point Robinson. Up and down the Island, colorful yard signs in…
By Seán Malone and John Sweetman Seán has always fed birds, and his deck has been full of them ever since he began to live in the cabin. At first, I noticed at least one crow would be very skeptical if Seán poked his head out the patio door. Seán’s story explains why. We were…
