September 27, 2013
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The Okanogan Valley Orchestra and Chorus’ 2016-17 concert season came to a light-hearted end Sunday, April 2, with “Swing into Spring.”
Last week’s column dealt mainly with loss — the loss of one of our families longtime pets, a cat named Sweetie.
I’ve not offered a column for a couple months, partly because of tight space in the paper and partly because, well, I’ve been in a winter funk.
Project to cook through several shelves of recipes falls a bit short
A year ago, I wrote about how I don’t make New Year’s resolutions, but instead set loose goals.
The packages from Pennsylvania were most anticipated
Will we have a white Christmas in the Okanogan Valley? Well, that’s up to Mother Nature and, frankly, I don’t really care. As of Friday, when I wrote this, we had a little bit of snow and it was still falling, but the jury was still out for Christmas Day.
Help is on the way for folks who feel obligated to comment on, “like” or repost every little scrap of minutiae that lands on their Facebook page. The folks at Google are seeking a patent for a program described as “automated generation of suggestions for personalized reactions in a social network,” the International Science Times website reports.
I like bacon, but I can’t say I’m obsessed with it.
Kennedy death leaves many with a range of emotions
“Where were you when Kennedy was shot?” Everyone who’s in their mid-50s or older immediately knows the answer to that question.
As I was working on stories last week about Veterans Day, I had occasion to research the background of a Civil War veteran who’s buried in the old Riverview Cemetery near Omak.
Is Thanksgiving on its way to being a forgotten holiday, at least in the eyes of advertisers? Halloween is big, but Christmas is the 800-pound gorilla in the holiday room. At 12:39 a.m. Nov. 1, even before all the Halloween pranksters’ eggs had dried on cars, a Black Friday promotion from a major online retailer dropped into my email inbox.
Halloween is upon us and this year, with the event on a Thursday, revelers are stretching the celebration across two weekends.
“Prost!” The German equivalent of “cheers,” accompanied by folks clinking beer steins together, rang out over and over again during the third and final weekend of Leavenworth’s Oktoberfest celebration.
I’ve been following, with some amusement, the controversy over Ol’ Crimson’s appearance on last Saturday’s “College GameDay” show on ESPN.
Fall is upon us. That means, on certain days, smelly smoke is upon us. I’m not talking about smoke from prescribed burns. It’s the smoke from fireplaces and wood-burning stoves that really gets me going.
“Are you at your computer? Go to the Department of Transportation webcams and look at Mount Rainier,” said the voice on the phone.
In our wealthy nation, it’s astounding that nearly 22 percent of children under 18 live in poverty and more than 16 million children live in households that struggle to put food on the table.
Sometimes I just shake my head at some of the stuff that people report to the police. This stuff is so wacky it can’t be made up. It has to be true. Often, the odd ones are funny on the surface, but I have to keep reminding myself that they must have been serious to someone, since the cops got a call.
Youngsters in Okanogan and Ferry counties are joining their counterparts all over the country in returning to classes in the next few weeks.
The other day during lunch, I commented to my table mates about a couple sitting nearby. The two had their heads bowed, their eyes concentrating on their phone screens and their thumbs madly tapping out text messages. They were having lunch together, separately.
Sometimes it’s hard to fathom how people can be so clueless in dry areas during the summer. While we haven’at hd a whole lot of human-caused fires locally so far this year, the potential certainly is there.
I was happy to learn, for the sake of 5-year-old boys everywhere, that Tyrannosaurus rex remains the bad boy of the dinosaur world.
It’s time to pawn off all those unwanted zucchinis
Every day seems to have a special name attached to it.
Chirping cricket brings memories
A few nights ago, we heard a cricket chirping loudly and figured it must’ve gotten in the house somehow.
Children’s taste buds must have changed a lot, even in the past 15 or so years since our son was young.
I have an addiction, but I’ve been able to suppress it for several years without the help of counseling or a 12-step program. Even so, I still have a “stash” in the house, hidden in drawers, plastic tubs, closets and boxes.
Adventures fly with critters let loose
Cats can get into the stickiest situations. Years ago, when I was in junior high or high school, our cat was a great trophy hunter. He’d catch birds, mice, moles, flying squirrels and, occasionally, a weasel.
Years ago, as I was nearing my own high school graduation, a friend of my mother’s sent me one of those tiny gift books filled with sentimental quotes.
It’s yard sale season and even if we don’t manage to get it together enough to have a sale of our own, there should be no excuse for not contributing to someone else’s sale.