Shortly after I moved to Vashon, I was driving too fast through town and had to brake hard at a crosswalk to let an older woman amble across the street. She threw up her hands at me, and I yelled something unkind out the window. Two weeks later, I went to the first meeting of my book club and who should walk in the door but that very same woman. One thing quickly became clear to me. You have to behave on Vashon, because no one is a complete stranger.
Articles by Cynthia Pollock
