“Join the rising,” read the invitation. So my wife Sheila and I did.
While visiting my sister Maureen and friends in New York last week, I went downtown by subway from the Upper West Side to join the Wall Street protest in lower Manhattan. As an afterthought, I bought a poster board and Magic Marker at a card shop and proceeded to scrawl a message that read: “Vashon Island is with the 99%.”
A seasoned Orting football team took it to the young Pirate team on Friday, beating them 56-0.
This is what I remember about 9/11, the day it happened, 10 years ago. I was at home with my wife Sheila in our apartment on the Upper West Side of Manhattan. Our building was situated about five miles north of the World Trade Center.
This just in: As the rest of the U.S. continues to sizzle in sweltering heat, tiny, ventilated Vashon Island, with average temperatures in the 60s and cloud cover you can count on, has become the go to place this summer for desperate citizens seeking relief from the insufferable sun.
Under the headline “Illegal immigration,” in the Letters to the Editor column of the July 6 issue, a Beachcomber reader suggested a novel and totally unique method for detecting illegal aliens by simply observing who is cheering for whom at a soccer match.
