At 94, one mom still works the crowd like a comedian
Over the last 30 years, I have had a variety of careers: dentist for 10 years, software entrepreneur, computer geek for a museum — that was a cool job — and most recently a salesman for a defense contractor. The only constant through all my career changes was my gradual weight gain.
As the days grow shorter, rainier and colder, many folks get into a nesting mode and begin the time-honored winter activities of fiddling with the thermostat, lugging wooden pellets around the house and searching for and then buying, once again, an ice scraper. I’m a little different. I go out to my garage and look at my six bicycles, dormant and stabled for the winter. Unlike some of the intrepid souls on Vashon who will ride a bicycle in conditions up to and including a zombie apocalypse, I have my limits. However, I do give it a good try before parking my boneshakers.
If you took the most pristine wetland in Vashon, built a coal-burning asbestos plant on it, then hired inmates from Guantanamo Bay to work there, it still wouldn’t be as controversial as rumble strips. I’ve never been one to miss out on a good maelstrom, so I thought I’d jump into the fray.
