Of course you read The Beachcomber. So you consider yourself generally well informed, locally speaking. If there’s something else on Vashon Island that needs knowing or news breaking, you’ll find it out at your favorite coffee purveyor, where other regulars offer appreciation, group therapy and relevant facts. That’s why it may come as a mild shock that you could be missing what’s really going on around here.
Driving down Vashon Highway on a Saturday in May, there can be no doubt that garage sale/porch sale/estate sale season is in full swing.
Squeamish. It’s the only word I can think of to aptly describe the way I felt when I opened the cupboard door and saw that little gray mouse.
It took me a full 15 minutes to fall for my husband. But with my mother-in-law, it was love at…
There is such a resonate blast of kinetic energy emanating from the building, it could almost be mistaken for an electric power substation. But it is a place even more highly charged. It’s McMurray Middle School.
As the do-it-yourself season slides into squash and tomatoes, I’ve discovered that even ordinary gardeners can experience extraordinary things.
Most likely, you are reading this while holding The Beachcomber.
Do me a favor and feel that newsprint with your fingers. Smell the ink on that paper. Notice its rough edge on top, the little tiny holes punched into the bottom quarter inch. Rustle the paper and snap it into shape.
